9.40 p.m. Friday evening. Auggie is looking out the window in vain. Nothing moves except the snow. No dogs take their evening walk. The world is still and laden with wet snow.
I think it’s been hours since I heard a car on my street. No car tracks are present, so at least in my neighborhood, we have all taken the sage advice of those who know. “Stay off the streets.”
This is our first big snowfall of the year, and I’m delighting in being indoors with the fireplace and the candles and the silence.
My last big chart for Circus Harmony is complete. Now to arrange a few ditties for some small things in the show, and we’ll be ready for a rehearsal. On Sunday. When the forecast calls for freezing drizzle.
I made homemade bread today. And homemade noodles to go with the chicken I had in the freezer, creating a lovely mirepoix-based chicken & noodles. The house is still scented with the deliciousness that was dinner and yeasty bread baking this afternoon.
Now time for a call with Yufei, and then an early-to-bed evening, I think.
Sleep, Saint Louis, in your wintry blanket.