Monday morning wake up. Ah, this is more like it, and what I expected to see yesterday morning when I opened the blinds...
It was dark and gloomy, though the snow, thick and pristine white against the early morning shadows, was bright and vivid. This is what I wanted for Sunday, but it's okay for today instead. Besides, it's a good excuse for another day off to keep reading my book.
By the way, the Irish stew was wonderful last night. And the biscuits? Mouth watering. I have plenty of leftovers, plus some to freeze for another day when I will feel like a dose of contentment...and don't want to cook.
Now, a few hours later, the sun is breaking through the clouds, and I think I'll take the dogs and the camera down the mountain. From my vantage point, I can see that the main road far below is moving along just fine. The interesting part will be getting from here to there, though I have faith in my big ol' Chevy.