The predictions were accurate.
It’s pretty and our road is down to pavement. We could try snow blowing but why. We could go for a walk but again, why.
Postponed Ron’s dental appointment to tomorrow morning.
We lost power, briefly. Lit candles.
Sean was here a short while ago to plow.
Have the casement windows open a little to air out the dead mouse odor.
I could use this time productively, for example, painting the kitchen, but Ron would bitch, moan and complain, so, why.
Occurred that I hate the paint job here not so much because of the color but because it’s flat, not semi-gloss.
Anyway, this living room is going to be a mess in a while, so no point in bothering with it now.