Or more to the point, ice day. Snow would have been one thing, but what we had was lots of ice and it made for treacherous conditions. So school was closed, in favor of sledding, reading, movie watching (My Neighbor Totoro), board games, and general marveling at the day. Beautiful blue skies, no wind, but cold, like it-never-got-up-to-freezing cold.
Home-made pizza for dinner, managed to slice open the end of my thumb on a recalcitrant food processor blade, and had to shape the crusts and dress two pies with a sandwich bag on my right hand. A deep cut, too, perhaps a quarter-inch. Can’t count how many times those blades have gotten me and I’m amazed they’re still so sharp. How sharp? When you can’t feel the cut at all and don’t know you’re cut ’til you see that you’re bleeding, that’s how sharp.
Within a few hundred words of the end of NaNoWriMo 2006, and may wrap it up tonight it if it doesn’t pain me too much. I have discovered an obvious thing about this. You just write when you have a moment or two, not when you “have time.” It always seemed hard to do that, but this year I have made a point to just tack on a few words whenever I got the chance and it has really made a difference.
That said, perhaps I’ll try and do it now. Tomorrow looks to be more of the same — cold and clear — with another snow storm in the evening, so I may have to grab my moments when I find them.