The above two pics are from this morning. My brother and son had to shovel to get out to the store, to take out the trash for tomorrow.
Meanwhile, I was blessed with peaceful hobbies and music.
Tonight the snow flies southwards towards our house building to at least a foot.
It’s hard to tell as the porch has been shoveled a couple times.

So, I’m grateful, I guess, that a dog hasn’t found it’s way to my lap yet. I can’t imagine trying to walk a little dog in this without at least working up to this level. I’m exercising on my bike, with yoga, but since COVID I haven’t had that kind of energy. It’s there. I’ll get there. And somewhere a pup is waiting for me.

As much as I hate the ending, I needed some Game of Thrones in the background as I knitted, colored, researched, etc. I’d forgotten how much I love the music.

Hopefully, we remain warm and don’t have to dig our way out. My son reminded me of the stories of such digs in Little House on the Prairie books that I read to my kids when they were young. Cozy snows are best.