I sat this morning at my computer, put down my cup of coffee and a hastily-made slice of toast, turned on my computer, then spread These Is My Words across the keyboard. I sat like that, without looking at the monitor, until I finished the last 120 pages of the book.

I quite enjoyed it, obviously, and I didn’t get any baking done yesterday because my nose was in that book all afternoon. I am not a fan of romance, so that part had me rolling my eyes a bit, but I was surely taken by the hard living, the pioneer life, and the everyday facts. I came upon this book in the comments of a post at Alicia Paulson’s blog. I picked up a few other books mentioned there: My Antonia, Into the Wilderness, and Covered Wagon Women (Volume One).

On Saturday, I ordered a huge amount of yarn to make a gigantic rainbow blanket. A friend is learning a new-to-her pattern that I have already made, and I wanted to crochet along too. So I am making this gargantuan thing. More on that much later.

It has been snowing since breakfast and we could receive as much as two feet by Wednesday. Usually, I go out and shovel the porch and front walk every few hours. That makes for less work at the end. This is more of a blizzard, however, and there is a lot of blowing. The little bit that I shoveled this morning was quickly covered with a few gusts of the wind. It finds every niche and fills it until the surface of the snow is smooth and even, and you can’t really tell where anything is located… where the curb drops, where the steps were, where a path was cleared for the dog.

Rob is out of town for a few days; I don’t need to think about him driving to and from work in this weather. I have food and books and yarn. I had a very early supper of sour cream pancakes with bacon and hot coffee.

Life is simply grand.