We don’t live in Minnesota. So I feel justified throwing the curtains shut, putting my double-warm jammies back on, and crawling back into bed with the heater cranked on high.

It’s snowing. Again.

…And, as an update to the other day, I have decided to crawl back out of that hole I dug (shaped strangely grave-like, filled with knives of my own devising) and keep on going.