It's cold! Yay! It was 20° this morning when I awoke at 5:30, and I actually had to put on extra clothing before I started my daily physical therapy. Bonita, usually the one with the internal alarm clock that requires her to wake me up an hour and a half before my alarm goes off, didn't budge from her nest on the bed until it became obvious that I was really not coming back. Tonight, after Nutcracker rehearsal, I dropped off the pianist at her house and stopped by Shaw's to get some stuff for Thanksgiving. Nippy nose, the smell of the wreaths outside the supermarket, the wood racks filling the parking lot of Lib's Dairy Freeze, (empty now but soon to be filled with Christmas trees)...all of these things contributed to my Winter Fever (hmmmm, "Winter Fever"?) For the last 2 weeks I've been staring hopefully at the morning's white sky thinking "snow?" and dreaming of bushes covered with snow, icicles, cross-country skiing, and trying out the snowshoes Mom got me last Christmas that caused it to not snow for the rest of the winter. I. Can't. Wait. Pleasepleasepleaseplease snow! And could it be a storm with nice big, fluffy, satisfying flakes that drops at least a foot on us and then doesn't melt into slush afterwards? Please?
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