By the end of the week, a storm rolled in and we got our first snow. Not much of a snow, but it stacked pretty quick, and I had to put chains on tires for the first time in seven years, with numb fingers, and spin my tires up one of the most treacherous roads on my little mountain, which I swore I would never live at the top of. Again, not that much snow, and not really that cold, but my car is that silly, and the road to my house is that steep.
The day turned out like they all do: beautiful. After Ero started to get fussy, we hung out in the afterglow and enjoyed a little Blonde to the soundtrack of a train passing on the tracks that she had just pulled a bunch of nails out of because we thought they were dead, having not seen a train all day. Home. Sleep. Work.
Sunday was my last Sunday off. We accomplished fighting. This month I am set to make about a third of what I have been making. Happy Holidays.