Saturday, November 22, 2014

Blizzard Warning

No matter what I say or think about it being a neverending everygoddamnday burden, I am pleased with myself when the kitchen is clean and something is in the oven.

Dishes are done, chicken is roasting, wild rice is simmering, groceries are brought home and put away, and it’s snowing and blowing so we are glad to be inside and not going anywhere.

From the living room window