I woke to icy roads and cars in the ditches... snow turned to freezing rain and delayed schools, but all was well by 10:00. So I went to my quilting group, where the foot pedal for my antique Featherweight shorted out. A friend brought antique quilts to share, and a beautiful green and white hexagon quilt came home with me. I cached solo along the Green River, and made cabbage soup for dinner, with a bottle of cabernet sauvignon from the cellar.
It was my favorite kind of winter evenings... a fire in the woodstove, a cat sleeping on a pad in front, and hand sewing to work on.