I woke up this morning to about a foot of snow. Funny, because I just had a conversation with my lovely mother last night about how little I watch the news and how little I know of the world these days. Perhaps I should start picking up a weather report here and there.
It was cloudy and fairly miserable yesterday. I really didn’t think anything of it. When my brother mentioned a few days ago that he was going to get dumped on down there in Virginia, I said to myself, “Strange – Virginia getting snow and Connecticut not?” Good for us. Apparently, his snow crept its way up here. By the time last night rolled around, we had about 3 inches on the ground.
When I wake up, I open my eyes and peek out the small curved window we have in the bedroom. I’m usually looking for some sort of sun. If I don’t see any, I say, “Ugg, another cloudy day.” If I do see sun, I whip the covers off me and jump out of bed to get things started. This morning, I saw snow and said, “What the…?” Then I looked out the rear window and saw a huge pile on the roof. Yeah, we got all his snow – my brother’s from down there in Virginia.