Snow Day

It's a snow day.
I made cinnamon rolls, and have been sitting in my comfy chair and reading At the Back of the North Wind under one of our drafty windows, comfortably wrapped in a blanket with a heated, rice-filled neck-warmer covering my feet, as the cinnamony smell fills the room.
And my Christmas lights are on.
And the world is white and full of flurries.
And later I'm planning to go outside and walk around in the snow, getting nice and cold so I can come in and appreciate the feeling of warming up again.
And tonight I'm having homemade chowder in a bread bowl for dinner.
I even have a fireplace, courtesy of YouTube (it doesn't have that irreproducible smell of a wood fire, but at least it crackles).
Snow days are good days.