I flew back from a visit to Chester early on Sunday so that I would not get stuck in DC. Apparently ours was the last flight allowed to land in Burlington. Flying standby, got to fly home with my friends, Bonnie, her husband and sons. (Remember Bonnie? She picked us up in Albany and brought us home that first time.) That was an coincidental treat of high appeal. It was a bumpy flight though.
It turns out our nieces are cupcake conniseurs so we had a little tasting party.
Meanwhile back home a storm was brewing. It seems Chico relished the time home alone to, well, be alone and independent. Friends stopped by (thanks for the shoveling and granola, Kit) (Thanks for shoveling 48) and he reports having read and slept a lot.
On Monday we had our first of two snow days this week. We got about two feet of snow on the ramp. The drain work of last summer on our street may be great but it got plugged. By 4:00 the snow had stopped but the street was flooded. The outflow? Our driveway. I was napping.
Chico woke me up to marvel at the street river from upstairs windows. Then we went out to shovel.