I'm feeling poetic. That's an urge I should and will resist.
The snow is falling. Big flakes now. Leafless trees across the street with bare branches covered in snow.
No snow plows yet so the street look white and icy.
Nowhere to go -- maybe a two block walk to the gym later. Maybe.
My cupboards and fridge are well stocked. No need to go shopping.
Pondering breakfast. An omelet sounds good but hot oatmeal sounds even better.
I might have a second cup of coffee.
Chilly so I just turned up the thermostat. What the hell, I can pay for little more heat.
Flakes getting even bigger.
That's my morning in Seattle. How's yours?
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