THANK GOD IT’S FRIDAY
It snowed and snowed and snowed last night, wild whirling white flakes for hours. Already at 10:00 p.m., Anders’ previous shoveling efforts were completely undone and recovered with several inches of perfect powder. This morning the damage looks to be about 5-6 inches. Snow is a constant wonder. Every time it’s equally amazing. Nothing frozen solid, despite the -11 temperature. Both kids took their sleds to school. Martin’s class (and the entire school of classes above him) are going to Krankesjรถn (or Cranky Lake, as I like to translate it) to iceskate and sled and grill hotdogs this morning. They...