We were driving home Saturday night from a friend’s house. It was very late and we were surprised by the beautiful, though somewhat blinding, snowfall. Giant flakes, actually sticking to the ground. We gawked at the beauty and let it sink in on the 30 minute drive home. Snow rarely falls in Newcastle, even when it snows lots in surrounding areas. So we really didn’t expect to see this when we woke up…

Mark and I decided to call it a snow day as church was canceled (lots of old folks and snow/ice don’t mix well here) and we weren’t needed anywhere else. We spent the day in jammies (or what we wear in their stead) just taking it slow.

good morning, cutie

The only thing that would have made it better is a new puzzle to work on. Oh well. We had an enjoyable enough day.