Oh yeah. 6-12 inches of snow, with high winds and freezing temperatures. Welcome to the temperate zone.
I stocked up on books at the closeout store (as if I need more books!), a cinnamon bun and a bear claw (filled with marzipan) for tonight's dessert, and set out my knitting. I shall finish a spiral dishcloth, finish a furry scarf, and start the little Lion Brand Suede bag for my Knit the Classics (Woman on the Edge of Time) project. I want Connie to have a new bag, and a place to keep a decent pen. It's the least I can do for her.
Here's a twist on SP7 : my spoilee sends me presents. We have SO broken the rules that it's getting almost comical. Why? Because we're both the kind of iconoclasts who believe that these swaps aren't about the swag, but about making new friends. She and I exhange e-mails every day, long ones, about philosphy, spirituality, politics, and whatever is important to us. Our friendship is just marvellous. So is the box she just sent me: gorgeous ribbony/mohairy/maroony yarn, ginger chews, ginger tea, a ME magnet, and a lovely, calligraphed card. Am I the only person who smells yarn? This yarn smells like ginger, and it's so soft I'd like to make a pillow out of it. Thank you, SP spoilee!
And finally, check out this story from the BBC. All I can say is, it's about damned time.