Sometimes, for no reason at all

I wake up at 5, even on a Saturday. And when I go out to get the paper, I see something like this.
I'm sure there's some way to capture the twinkle of the reflected pink glow on the snow, and I'm just not photographer enough to do it. (What is ISO anyhow?)It was so cold that my nose hairs froze, but such a lovely sunrise.

I took my cup of tea and huddled at the window, watching the progress, and occasionally popping outside for another shot of the changes. The people who take their dogs out for walks in such shattered crystal weather are heroes! Dogs make people healthy by making them walk, and cats make people healthy by breathing tiger's breath on them. Then I slipped back into bed and spent about an hour sort of snorkling on the surface of sleep, watching the pretty bright dreams swimming past, occasionally lifting my head to make sure I wasn't too far from shore . . .

When DH woke, we went out for breakfast, then headed to Sears and bought a sump pump, brought it home, and discovered the the water had subsided enough for us to turn the furnace back on, and the sump pump was not necessary. (We kept it anyhow.) Some of the heat vents bubbled like squelchious subterranean monsters, but in due time even that cleared up. So we have heat again, huzzah!!

Still, we will need to get the subfloor inspected, and the ducting will probably need to be replaced (molds and fungi love warm, dark moist places like pre-soaked heat vents.)And it looks like the budget takes another hit. WEll, we will still be richer than 98% of the world. I won't complain. If I have to give up my car, though, I'll pitch a whinefest the likes of which have not been seen since the last spoiled 13year old left the neighborhood.

In the meantime, I have finished another BSJ for the orphange. It really isn't as deformed as it looks in this photo. Just hard to get