I woke up to the sight of snow battered windows, dawn struggling to filter past the blowing snow. I had no idea what the day would bring, other than the clearly present snow.

On most Saturdays, I take the morning off my exercise routine, believing that I should rest at least a little from the repetion of the week.

Instead, I sat down with my coffee and three year, who tugged me awake to go sit “on the couch” with them.

The other two joined soon after, still sleepy but wide awake enough to watch tv, the repetitive children’s cartoons blaring for the pleasure of the three year old.

I made them eggs- weekends are a time for protein- and kissed them goodbye as I headed out to the world outside.

While Saturday, it was still a work day, and decisions and such needed to be made.

As anticipated, the roads were messy. I only got a little stuck trying to go forward, so I reversed instead and was on my way.

It felt like I was sailing through the drifts, me and my tiny Prius, as I didn’t use stop signs until I got to the main road.

(Stop=stuck in this type of snow)

I did my thing until lunch, came and fed the kids and tagged out the husband, who spent 3 hours shoveling out the driveway.

You’re a better man than I, Gunga din.

Afternoon was spent with snuggles and brownies, and then evening was spent with interesting people who appreciate meat and conversation as well as conservation.

The weather may have been cold and unforgiving, but the warmth of family and friends melts even the deepest snow.