We woke Saturday morning to drifting snow. And as the day went on, so did the snow.
(I don't always walk so spraddle-foot; that was me being ultra-cautious on a slick surface, not wanting to be healthy but with broken bones.)
And I had the page proofs of The Day of Small Things which arrived late Friday! I have to read through all 400 plus pages very, very carefully in search of typos and other errors.
I've been away from Day and so deep in Under the Skin that it's almost like reading someone else's book.
And, though I'm only a third of the way through it right now, I've got to say that I'm glad it was I who wrote it.
Seriously, I've almost made myself cry a couple of times (not an easy thing to do.)
I'm looking forward to the rest of it -- I hope it's as good!