I can't help it. When it snows I feel as though it's a holiday. I suppose that means I should live somewhere where it snows more often...or perhaps not, perhaps I'd become one of those people that complains about snow.
I was giggly and happy all day yesterday. I may have driven my colleague Nancy and my husband crazy but I couldn't help it.
I love where I work in the snow.
I love downtown Champaign in the snow.
I love my house in the snow.
I love my snow.
And of course I love sitting by the fireplace on a snowy night listening to my baby write a song....
