Let it Snow

Miss Kitty and Arnold are curled up as tight as two wooly worms, sleeping together in a box of straw. It must be cold if Miss Kitty will deign to cuddle up to Arnold, who tends to be a little smelly, like an old man who has missed a spot shaving and drooled onto his overall bibs. I've been eager for the first snow at our new place -- just to see what the place would look like, but I didn't expect a blizzard.

We stocked up on groceries as soon as the weatherman threatened, and our neighbor called yesterday to remind me that the electricity goes out easily, so we were prepared, but when I woke up this morning to dark and desolate, I suddenly understood the bleakness of Bergman's films.

Still. It is pretty -- or at least it will be when I can get out and walk and fall into a drift or two without freezing the nose off my face. All our windows have that swirled holiday effect that you see on Christmas cards, and I'm wondering whether or not my sled made the trip from Michigan.