I don’t remember whether I wrote about last Saturday, but it was a bit of a nightmare. I got stuck downtown in the middle of the annual Christmas Parade, and the buses weren’t running, and I was cold and tired and cranky and had to hide out in a department store to stay warm and waiting for the stupid parade to end.

So far, this Saturday is orders of magnitude better, with the sleeping in and a good book and the lack of screaming parade-goers or department store clerks bombarding me with perfume. Plus, snow! Lots of it! Sometimes the internet makes life awfully convenient. It’s just beautiful out, everything blanketed in inches of fluffy white snow. The trees are especially gorgeous. So I was thinking, hey, I should take some pictures of this. But then I got into an involved internal debate with myself about how that would involve putting on shoes and warm clothing and leaving my nice little blanket cocoon, which I wasn’t really quite ready to do this morning, and by the time I was ready the streets and sidewalks had been cleared and it wasn’t as beautiful anymore. But I just went to look at my daily round of journals, and it turns out that Joel posted pictures already. They’re not exactly what my pictures would be, given that he lives in a whole other part of town, but they’re close enough. Especially those trees. I just love the way bare trees look with inches of snow weighing down their branches.

The cats are displeased, because their favorite morning activity is watching squirrels perched in the tree outside my bedroom window, and the squirrels don’t seem to want to come out to play in snow that would come up over their heads. But I love the first proper snowfall every year, so I’m delighted. I have a firm belief that as long as the first real snowfall still fills me with joy each year, I’ll know that I haven’t become completely old and boring, and I’m definitely feeling the snow joy. So I guess I’ve been saved for at least one more year from having to admit that I am old and boring. But I think that’s all I have to say today, because I’m going to go back to the blanket cocoon with some hot chocolate and read for a while. Or possibly just sit quietly and revel in the extent to which I am not downtown in the middle of a parade right now.