Dear J,

Snow is coming down fast and hard, blanketing the city, but quietly. The roads are fine; there hasn’t been enough accumulation yet to bring the plows put in force, and it’s late enough that no one nearby is messing around with a snow blower. It’s peaceful. Peaceful is nice.

I tried to get P to come look at the snow, but he’s deep in a video game; I approve. He put in a long day at work, this should be play time.

Relieved that this embarrassing episode in American politics will be over at noon tomorrow. I think the next few months are going to be bleak on the pandemic front, but I’m cautiously optimistic about progress with vaccines and a more competent federal government.

(P just emerged from his office and agreed that the snow is really pretty.)

Thinking of you, sis. Hope getting around isn’t too precarious right now. Also hope you’re feeling the same glimmers of relief that I am about the change in political climate.

::hugs:: and love! 

C/