Okay, so it’s the third snow day. And I’m technically on vacation now. So. It’s not really a snow day at all. But still. Waking up a little late to the sound of mounds of snow sliding off of my building’s big slate roof and listening to Tori Amos’ Midwinter Graces while sipping a peppermint mocha, well, that’s winter heaven.
I do need to take a walk later to pick up some stuff and food and possibly for some last-minute shopping.
But then more PJs and soup and coffee/tea/cocoa and movies and books.
Hell, when it comes to relaxing and cozy comfort, I’m king.