The snow is gone! A couple of days of drip drip dripping, punctuated by the occasional whumpf of a heavy snowmass falling off a roof, and finally today there’s no more snow. Or ice. Or slush. I am thrilled.
This morning, a college friend and her beau, visiting her parents from California, came over for brunch. (They could make it here from across town because — did I mention? — the streets are no longer covered in snow.) We lit a fire in the fireplace. We popped open some Christmas crackers, and everyone wore their tissue paper crowns while we ate Dutch babies with homemade sour cherry and currant preserves and drank mimosas and strong black tea. We talked about jobs and friends and houses and the economy and politics. It was lovely.
After our friends left, I settled into my big cozy armchair by the fire to start a new mystery novel. The mimosas I’d drunk with brunch had other ideas. I woke up 3 hours later, reading glasses in my hand, a cat sitting on my book.
It was a lovely day, but now it’s late. I should be asleep, but I’m not sleepy (perhaps because I slept much of the afternoon). Maybe I should make myself another mimosa.