I'm feeling very...wintery...lately. Like I want to just gather up my loved ones and tumble into a torpor under the slanted ceiling of our third floor bedroom.
Alas, work and school call two of our number forth, and so shuttling, cooking and shopping cannot be stricken from my to-do list, despite the fact that I carry two fifteen-pound phoretic organisms with me everywhere I go. And though the snow that we are expecting this winter is bound to slow me even further than my rapidly-growing children, I was pleased to see so much of it on the weekend and further pleased that it stayed, which it so rarely does in this city any more.
167:365: Snow Geode
168:365: Clown Shoes