Awakening to bright sun on snow, bound to melt soon and therefore precious, brought a lift to my day though falling back into deeps of sleep messed with my mood. Woke the second time to the sound of pounding which I thought a caller unwilling to surrender. I shouted “Coming,” threw on clothing and flew downstairs, only to discover it was P trying to dislodge gobs of dog food from a spoon. “Oops, sorry,” contrite and polite but now despite the pure bright white beauty outside I feel gripey and grey, just another tedious day to slog my way through.

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