Just as we feared, we were snowed in today. I think we've had over a foot of snow now. It's cold and beautiful and I would have loved to have been out playing in it but I've managed to become infected with the plague that's going around in this house. I stayed in bed all day long with fever and chills. Mom didn't realize I was sick until late afternoon, but when she did, she brought me a tray with chicken noodle soup and crackers with water and hot tea to drink. This was sufficiently restorative to let me get out of bed for a few hours, long enough to see Dennis decorate the Christmas cookies he'd helped cut out with sprinkles. He was very proud. And he definitely enjoyed eating the finished product.
I'm a little nervous about flying through Denver after seeing the reports of the plane crash there, and I suppose the wreckage will still be there when we go through on Wednesday. At least everyone survived. God really had a hand in that, giving 117 people the best Christmas present they could have imagined--the chance to see Christmas this year.
Snow is beautiful, yes. I love it a little less now, I think, because it has kept us house-bound. Budget-wise, this wasn't a bad thing, but I hate that we've not spent as much time as I would have liked with Michael and his family. Maybe I'll be better tomorrow and we'll be able to see them. Dennis still seems to be feeling great, and that's a real blessing.
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