The snow's down heavy, but I re-stocked on groceries last night, so there's not much to do other than read books, cook chicken, watch John Wayne's Hondo whip up on the Indians (or "Native Americans" as my public-school nephew insists on calling them) and just nap in the living room as the wind howls and the stove glows.
Now if I can just get Belle to stop sneaking up on me and licking my face every chance she gets when I'm napping. I really hate it and try to discourage it but she shows no sign of ever stopping. But if it's her worst habit, I'll guess I'll take it. (Yuk!)