The calendar thinks the first day of winter was a week ago, but actually it was yesterday. 23 degrees, windy, and lots of the white stuff for which Eskimo languages have 2000 words. As a result my accomplishments for the day were: 1) drank a giant mug of tea, 2) faced the elements to walk Chloe, 3) napped on the sofa all afternoon, and 4) taste-tested a trial run of champagne punch for my sister. A banner day of indolence, as is only proper during Christmas vacation. It was fabulous.
I do realize this state of affairs can’t last forever, but I am pleased to report that it can last one more day. When I turned on my computer this morning (technically it was still morning), I found an email announcing a champagne tasting this afternoon. Evidently this is a week when champagne just will not taste itself. This must have something to do with the snow, but I haven’t figured out the connection. Regardless, it means it’s time to get a move-on. I am already behind schedule on the napping.
