Adventure Guy persisted in saying, “It isn’t going to happen,” even as the sleet pelted our bedroom window last night around midnight.
He was wrong.
The snow just keeps falling. The dachshund stalwartly maintains his boycott against venturing outside. The weathermen beam with vindication brought on by over a foot of snow on the ground backing up their blizzard warning.
We’re warm and safe. It’s hard to ask for more.