We got blanketed with snow last night. It makes everything so fresh, and energized me to finish the tax paperwork that has been holding me hostage since late December. I noticed when I looked out Mark's studio window, the old glass caused ripples in the view and made it seem like it had already been "Photoshoped." The table was full this morning, but now it is empty. The paperwork is in the mail en route to the preparer, and I no longer have an excuse to prevent me from weaving.
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