I’m taking a snow day today. It’s coming down fast and furious, soon to be replaced by sleet and ice, so better to shovel and salt now, when I’m fresh and pleased at playing hooky, than in the evening when I’m tired and cranky and the snow weighs several hundred pounds per square foot. Plus I have a few freelance art jobs to take care of this weekend, and my mom’s birthday cake to bake, and a baby present to finish for someone who’s leaving town… it’s a good day to be home.
So quiet up here – you’d never know you were four blocks from the #1 train. Just snow, snow, more snow, annoyed birds at the feeder wondering where breakfast is, and one little dead sparrow on the back porch because Mr. Bonkers has had a very good hunting morning. I have a small fat black cat on my lap, purring like crazy with his paws around my neck, and a whole day to noodle around and bake and make things – a whole day to feel like Cheeta.
After I shovel.
Labels: art, critters, home