We stayed home.
Awaiting the storm.
The flurries came.
The flurries stayed.
We got an inch.
Barely covering the walkways.
Today is for catch up.
Chinese starts.
Food shopping and banjo.
Stained glass and coffee.
A walk and some cleaning.
Maybe knitting a row or two.
Oh Annie, with each piece I hear your voice.
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