It snowed last night, a big, fat, wet snow that will probably turn to slush and then ice in the course of the day and night. The women canceled the second day of the Bazaar. I figured I'd had a bit of a reprieve, but noooo. I've been busy all morning, with the prospect of more stuff to get done this afternoon and evening.
It's the Christmas Madness, I tell you. Run, before it gets you, too.