I woke up this morning to a dusting of snow on the ground, just enough to be pretty, but the roads were fine.
This is our back yard,
and this is the view from our front porch.
I thought I'd sit on the couch and enjoy the quiet, but instead, I had a phone message from my mom that she and my dad were at the emergency room, so I headed out to sit with them. My dad had severe back pain and after five or six hours and a number of tests, the verdict is it's either a bladder issue, the arthritis in his spine flaring up, or the onset of shingles. After giving him some pain meds, then anti-nausea meds, they sent him home. He's slept most of the day and now feels fine. Oddly enough, I wasn't that stressed; I was glad to sit with them both. I can't imagine how people do that without knitting. I made another pair of handwarmers while I was there, so it wasn't all that different from what I had planned for the morning after all.
MB and I went for a late brunch and then I met a friend for tea and conversation this afternoon. Now I'm home, ready for my pj's and the next Foyle's War episode.
One year, I swear, I'm doing these.