At the moment I'm teetering on the "do we travel in the snow? do we stay put for another day?" fulcrum . . . which is to say, What the hell is going on with the weather? Two days ago we were living in the faux-Oregon rain lands. Today Massachusetts is impersonating drizzly November while Maine is seething under a mixture of snow and sleet.
For the moment, anyway, the questions are moot because I am the sole weather fretter. Everyone else in this house is peacefully oblivious. Even the Christmas tree is still asleep.
In short: this is a boring post. Clearly, I should throw my petty cares behind me and get back into bed and read a book.