And then the snow began to fall

I was up until about 1 a.m. this morning. Not sure why. Sometimes it is just so quiet in the house at that time that I want to savor the silence. Anyway, I looked out the window and saw that the snow had begun to fall. I sighed a big sigh and knew that there was no chance for the "snowless" winter that I pray for every year. It's not that I don't like snow. It is very pretty on postcards. But up close, not so much. As I write this, the snow continues to fall and I can only imagine the shrieks of joy that will soon be emanating from my two youngest boys when they awake. As for me, I am going to seriously consider hibernation.