So, we've got our first snow day (since I've been here). Not much snow, but enough to make those uphill climbs impossible and the downhill, curvy streets very dangerous.
So, Figaro and I are spending the day lounging in front of the windows, watching the snow fall on the lake and sipping on hot tea. Splendid. If I was a novelist, I guess this would be how I'd spend all my days...right?
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