I'm sitting in our playroom, the room with the most windows but also the most space heaters. (Still no furnace here) The Christmas music is playing. I have a fresh cup of coffee, and I'm waiting for it to snow.
I think it stems from my time as a public educator. Snow in the forecast? Urge to teach decreases. Must make warm beverage and snuggle up with a book.
I know. We homeschool. We need not take snow days. But the stuff is so stinkin rare around here. We are required to take time out to enjoy it, right?
I'm sure the boys will find me here eventually and beg me to read them something. I'll roll our school shelf over to the couch and something like school will happen, but the laziness of this moment is delightful to me.
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