We have such a lovely blanket of real, white snow. It's taken two days, but there it is. I've looked out the window and seen the kind of thing many people can only see on Christmas cards: parents pulling their kids on toboggans, a rabbit being brainless yet calm, the footprints of two people walking closely together, an abandoned mitten, cars all seemingly white, except where the windshield wipers are working. I know I sometimes moan about the cold, but this pristine snowfall has cured me. At least for today.
Dave went out cross-country skiing, which he loves to do and came back tired and hungry and elated. When he's been out, he always seems so boyish when he comes back, until he falls asleep after eating dinner. It's kind of frustrating tonight that he's sleeping because I was hoping he'd watch me try to synchronize my Digital Library with my Kobo e-reader and show me where I went wrong. That's just thoughtless on his part, and he's going to be sorry when he sees that even though I was charmed by the snow, I tried to throw my e-reader out the window.