Snow, but not too much

 This morning it started to snow about 8:30, and I thought it might be nice to go walking in falling snow. Then I realized it would be slippery underfoot, and rethought the plan. No point in finding ways to fall.

By early afternoon we had this much 

A couple of inches, not enough to stop everything. Further south in the state it's a different story. 

So I improved the day by changing the bed, laundering all the sheets and the heavy blanket, and making lunch. Today was roast potato dice, carrots and chicken croquette from the ground chicken I got this week. 

I made and sauteed the lot into croquettes which are in the freezer ready for fast food days. 

The Forsyte Saga is going on fine, which is more than we can say for poor Irene and Philip Bosinney, currently at breaking point.

Young Jolyon has been reinstated by his grandfather, and will now stop being disgracefully poor.  And various other relatives are trotting about in carriages and venturing into the new Underground trains.

This work reads so much better than dramatized and overacted, BBC TV style. The later TV  production was much better than the florid early one with Kenneth More, oh dear.

I find that if the ruggy thing is to be useful it needs to be about three by four feet, usual lapghan size, so I'd better keep going. I have enough yarns and colors for an  interesting piece.  I may stop a bit short.

Have you noticed a lot of people, this applies to the US, are very much on edge and ready to take offence? Can't blame us, I suppose, but I'm treading carefully anyway. It's important to try to be united now more than ever.

Happy day everyone, as near as you can, anyway. This might help