The relatively mild winter in Texas has ended with a windy, frozen-to-the-bone blast of flurries – and when I say windy, I mean howling. There are a few inches of dusty snow on the ground but nothing worth a jolly frolic. Besides, if I let the boys outside, they’d freeze into popsicles and blow away to Oklahoma.
Jeremy was beside himself about school not being closed. He protested and presented his best case for staying home, but alas, it didn’t work. The roads aren’t icy, even if the ground is a frozen tundra, so I drove him to school with no problem. Upon coming back home, I flipped on the fireplace, refilled my travel mug and declared today PJ & Coffee Day.
I’m surprised at how awake I feel considering I was online half the night looking for rental houses here:
Did you hear that, Universe? I’m making plans to move. Fall in line, please.