It's been a dark couple of weeks here. We're closing in on the solstice, but today is snowy and bright and a balmy 16 degrees. I convinced Team Testosterone to walk to the bus stop today--"SIXTEEN DEGREES IS PLENTY WARM!" I lectured. "You've lost perspective with these subzero temperatures." My offspring has become coddled and lazy. Pfft. Wrap your scarf around your face, zip up your coat, yank on your boots and TRUDGE that quarter mile. Heck, in my day we used to do it UPHILL. BAREFOOT. ALL WINTER LONG.
It's so nice out I'm going to strap on my snowshoes and stomp through the woods to cut greens and boughs and berries to adorn my front porch. And I'll take out the compost, refill the bird feeders and shove the garbage dumpster to the end of the driveway. Make hay while the sun shines, you know. Or at least get some outside chores done before the temperature plummets below zero again.
But seriously--16 degrees feels like a heat wave with the sun shining. And I looked at our calendar to find we have nothing going on tonight. Nada. Zip. Zilch. No Scouts, no basketball, no church, no meetings, just a sweet blank space.
All day I'm going to float with anticipation of an evening dedicated to exactly nothing.
Spill it, reader, what would you do with an unexpected night off?