We're having our first snow of the season, and my husband is taking the Christmas tree down. Hmph. So instead of a White Christmas, which would have been nice, it's just White January, the beginning the of long, dull part of winter.
After talking to my Mom on the phone today, H. asks how she is, and I say, "Oh, you know how it is when we talk, we're solving all the world's problems, one phone call at a time."
Miss you, Mumsy.