First snowfall.

First snowfall last night, or, at least, the first one that counts -- tiny flakes drifting down and failing to stick are disqualified. It's a river of white. I can see the neighbors' steps across the way from this window, and they're covered. I imagine ours are the same. My tennis shoes are at my boyfriend's house, which means I'm wearing my next most sensible shoes instead. After falling down the stairs three times in one day last week, I refuse to wear anything precarious on the day of the first day of snow.

The paragraph above somehow reminds me of a transcribed voice post instead of a text post, but I don't know why -- something about the flow.

I'm going to work shortly. I didn't really do the holiday decorating preparations that I meant to do yesterday, but I did clean the bathroom, which is more important.

Right. Have a good day, everyone.