Or, okay, in this case, the kindness of one's husband.
I had nothing for today. Nuthin', I tell you. But then I checked the camera and lo and behold (as Beowulf once said), I saw random surprising Mistah photos that I knew nothing about.
Like say . . . breakfast.
And on Wednesday night, we had snow flurries -- a total of about 12 flurries, which is almost the most snow* we've had all winter here in the northeast.
*Oh, wait, except for that blizzard three weekends ago that Mom drove through to get to New London so the three of us could go to the Symphony together. Yes, that was much more snow.
And finally, a late entry into the Hygienic XXXIII Art Show love. I don't know whose piece it is, I don't know why it's still in the camera, but I think it's beautiful and I love it.
Eggies and Snowflakes and Art.
As somebody once said, Lovefest.