Snowdrifts

I love nothing more than spending my weekend morning (10am-3pm) snuggled in bed, under a heavy down comforter, dozing in and out of consciousness while listening to NPR, with a cool breeze slipping through the cracked open window.

That is until there is a snow storm.... Woke up on Sunday morning sleeping next to a two-inch deep snowdrift. The snow (which blew in overnight) split over my windowsill and on to my bed. Literally. I had to scoop handfuls of snow and toss it outside, before pushing the window shut and trying unsuccessfull to fall back asleep.