December 13, 2018
It snowed this morning, unexpectedly. Big fat flakes were drifting slowly down from the sky – just the kind of snow that typically gets me in the holiday mood. I watched the snowfall as much as I dared from within my 3 hour meeting, and it gave me hope that the holiday mood would arrive, but when the snow stopped – nothing. I wrote out the personal cards tonight, and acknowledged the fallacy of each year saying that next year I’ll take more time and have better penmenship. It won’t change, my writing is a scrawl and so be it.