I’m not writing much today. I’m sitting by the window, a cup of tea in hand, watching the snow fall. There’s noise from the bedrooms upstairs — footsteps from one room to another, quiet giggling. In a few moments they’ll be down demanding breakfast (yes) books (yes) television (no). It has been like winter in Narnia this year — never-ending. And yet I can’t help but be grateful for one more stolen day. I hope wherever you are, the day is good to you, too.