As enjoyable as our wintery wonderlandy weekend was, the snow storm foiled M’s plan to go with his family to visit Grandma on Sunday. Instead, he lay on the couch, virtually immobile, from sun up to sun down and beyond. His back was bugging him and he felt the need to rest. So in a way, I did have the day to myself. I puttered around the house a lot of the day, went for a vigorous trek through the snow with a friend, wrapped gifts, hung out a while in my (still developing) ‘artist’s space’, and wound down the weekend by watching the Survivor finale and reunion with M. Not even close to alone-time, but an enjoyable day nonetheless.

I wonder if they’ll reschedule their visit for this coming Sunday?? :oD