Last Thursday we got walloped with a massive snow storm in Massachusetts. My parent’s pug, Dee, slept over the night before so she could be with us during the storm. Daniel walks her on weekdays while my parents are at work so we thought it would be easier to just have her here. She shared the bed with Daniel while I moved to a twin mattress we dragged into our bedroom. We’re both so lucky and so thankful that we work from home and don’t have to worry about going anywhere in the bad weather. On Thursday while the snow came down outside, we made pizza bagels for lunch, cookies in the afternoon, homemade mac and cheese for dinner, and cuddled up on the couch watching movies all day. Every few hours, Daniel would shovel a path for Dee in the backyard to go to the bathroom but she would inevitably just jump into a pile of snow in the middle of the deck. Around 7 that night when the snow died down, Daniel went out with his new snowblower (about 5 minutes into shoveling the few inches we got on Christmas morning he declared we were buying a snowblower immediately). He cleaned up all the snow in a couple hours as Dee and I watched from the window. Then we drove her home, sharing the quiet road only with plows. It was such a great day. I know a lot of people around here complain about these brutal New England winters, but sometimes the snow is just so cozy and special.
Did you get hit with the snow?
In other news, here are a few links I found interesting this week:
Why you should schedule a Personal Inventory Day each month
The psychological origins of procrastination—and how we can stop putting things off
8 things every person should do before 8 a.m.