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Snow Day

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Today is the first big snow of the season.  It is February 4.

Beautiful prairie snowfall
If you live in a more tepid climate, this may not seem that strange to you.  However, where I live (born and raised!) we usually have had a number of snow storms by this point in winter.  Somehow though, we have nigh eluded the bitterness this year with temperatures spiking to above the 60-degree mark on more than one occasion IN JANUARY!  It has been glorious.

Yet, despite my distaste for the cold, I do love a good snowfall when I can spend the day indoors if I so choose (and I do).  Giant flakes drift slowly from the clouds, reflecting my own laziness this afternoon.  Having slept in until 7:45, I awoke for a brekkie of oatmeal with strawberries and to watch several episodes of Looney Toons from the warmth of my bed.  Naturally, all this activity wore me out and I succumbed to a mid-morning nap.  I oozed out of my room around 10:30 and made my way to the couch where I have been ever since.  I did move once for lunch though (that Habibi prepared, of course) around 12.  You may not judge me for wearing the same "clothes" as yesterday.  In fact, you may shut up because I am still sick and therefore to be pitied.  I do what I want.
The embodiment of laziness:  A cat in a heated bed

It's really going to be hard for me to get back into running after two straight days of lethargy.  I want donuts.
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