Well… week 20 by the skin of my teeth. Tomorrow makes 21. But, hey, we made it.
I kept waiting for it to be, you now, not freezing? No such luck, but at least it’s gorgeous out. If you’re wondering why the awkward first shot, Drew insisted on as near to pristine snow as possible, so that’s me taking giant leaps to the wall.
And do you like my new mittens? I’m in love with them. They’re the thickest, warmest wool in the world and the knitter made them especially for my midget hands, so there’s not an inch of useless material sticking out beyond my thumb. Yay for warm fingers!