Cold fingers- Heavy Snow- Happy Dog

I wish I could find the same delight in the snowfall we received last night that my dog seems to enjoy. His little black head bobs up and down in the snow drifts and at times the only sign of life in my yard is his curly little tail wagging freely out of a white blanket that covers the earth (looks like a creepy underground monster in a B-movie).

At the same time I blow the snow off of the sidewalks, trying to set a new speed record, well aware that I will be doing a repeat performance tomorrow or the next day.

The same dog who enjoys the newfallen snow is the culprit for a merciless attack on my gloves (the right one is missing a pair of fingers). As a result, my right hand enjoyed the tingling sensation that can only be known when wet flesh meets ice-cold air.

But for now the sidewalks are clear, the dog is dry once again and sleeping.
My muscles are feeling slightly worked and my fingers are thawing nicely.

This Christmas Eve morning finds me well. I wish the same for you.