...the weather outside IS frightful, and the fire inside IS delightful!
This morning we awoke to this:
Yes, it was dark; Rick and I were up early doing chores so I could get him to the airport. We weren't counting on snow; the weather forecast said it wasn't supposed to get this far north. The traffic on I-205 crawled along at a snail's pace; fortunately Rick's plane was delayed or he would have missed his flight. I dropped him off and headed for home again, thankful that Rick had helped me get tank heaters in the horse tanks before he left. (Thanks to nasty weather elsewhere, namely TX, Rick's flight was eventually cancelled completely and he's stuck up in Portland waiting for a 6:00 a.m. flight taking a different route in the morning.)
Of course, a certain boy was delighted for the chance to use his snowboard today. Brian stayed home with Grandma, who spent the night after coming out yesterday for an early celebration of his birthday. They made a train cake together (since Grandma's birthday is later this month so they put candles on for both), and after dinner Brian opened his presents.
When Brian and I did evening chores, the sky had cleared partially and the wind had kicked up. Baby, it IS cold outside!
I'd better put another log on the fire at . . .