My husband and puppy and I have been watching BBC miniseries and munching on cookies. There was pizza and there are donuts and strong black coffee set out in the kitchen for whenever we awake. There is the soft hum of the floor furnace when it switches on and there is the fragile cracking of the occasional car that ventures down our icy street. And then we fall suddenly back into the quiet.
I just took the puppy on his final trip outside for the evening. The icicles are terrifying but the houses on our street look dressed up for a Christmas ball. The thick snow is so flattering to the roofs and awnings and the porch lights.
We will sleep good tonight. We will remember today with all of its excitement and its fearful commutes and we will smile. Snow days and snow nights are the things you think back on and wish you had appreciated even more.