I believe that the Denver metro area got its first measurable snowfall of the year Thursday night. I can’t tell you how smug I felt that I didn’t need to worry about getting to the grocery store before all of the bread was sold out, or that the roads were slippery and dangerous to drive on. By yesterday morning, the snow had stopped. The grass was covered with snow, and the cars were too. But it didn’t matter because I didn’t have a single reason to leave Wind Crest. We had dinner plans, but we could walk to the restaurant without going outside.

I bragged to my sister Bec, who doesn’t have to worry about snow in her AZ confines said Good for you! Snuggle in and enjoy feeling smug.

And that’s what I did.

Have a great weekend.