I woke up at 3am to a blustery scene out our bedroom window. The wind chimes were screaming as the trees took turns bowing to each other. Poor squirrel and family. I could see her nest rocking in all directions and wondered how she was doing. How do those poor squirrels manage in weather like this? The temperature had dropped to 35, it was raining and the wind, I found out later, was at 50-60 miles per hour. Poor, poor squirrel and family. It's supposed to get down to 20 degrees while we are at work.
I went back to bed and woke up three hours later for work. I wanted so much to remain at home, not just for the day but the rest of the week. What makes work pleasant on cold, cold days when I'd rather be home is waering a vintage, flannel shirt and this tiny, cozy corner in my cube where I keep my teapot. Today, Moroccan Mint and gingerbread cookies. Hmmmm maybe we'll finally get an ice day or two out of this. I'm dying to hunker down.