happyEverything is QUITE beautiful, though, and even driving in that insanity I was doing so with a goofy grin on my face. God, I love watching it snow. Those big white flakes coming silently down from the pewter-coloured sky. It's this waking dream, the white silence, and I'll never grow weary of it.
In non-related news, the first editorial pass through "Last Ditch" is now complete. I'm printing it out and then Himself is going to go through the hard copy, my first-line editor and my trusted other set of eyes. After that... we'll see what remains to be done.
And in the meantime, the Christmas lights are out, the tree is decked, and it's snowing.
