winter, part 12

It's just about noon and I'm still in my bathrobe. I'm wrapped up in a fleece blanket and Gwen Stefani is singing The Sweet Escape as loud as the volume will go. I'm the only one home except for three snoring dogs and I'm chair dancing in my robe. Soccer has been officially cancelled for tomorrow and the slate grey sky is beginning to spit ice chunks onto the rain soaked ground.

I'm ready. Bring it on...