After about a mile of sliding all over the road and squinting to see through the completely iced-over windshield, I decided to turn my little green Saturn around and head back home rather than chance the trip into work. Usually, she does pretty well in bad weather, but she is no match for the ice underneath the snow and slush.
So I spent the morning writing at my breakfast nook. Every now and then, I looked up from my work to watch the snow fall softly, all the while listening to some great Christmas music. I even took some time to bake cookies, and that scent mixed with the balsam fir smell made everything seem very festive.
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