The days and weeks have been full and busy around here. I've been getting an abundance of transcription work which is eating up the quiet time and evenings that I might otherwise use for blogging. And then there's been the cleaning. And cleaning. And more cleaning. All for the sake of trying to sell our house. It's a bit frustrating when it feels like all my effort is in vain.
And there's been a shortage of picture-taking around here as well. So, I need to remedy that.
Anyway, I'm done making excuses about why I haven't been blogging more. Let's just get on with it, shall we?
We enjoyed a few random snowfalls this past week. I found Silas on my bed the other afternoon, mesmerized by the falling snow. When I lay down beside him and looked up and out the window, it brought back memories of my childhood and the hypnotic power of the giant flakes drifting down from out of nowhere. I'm not sure where the other kids were and what they were doing while we lay there watching the snow... but Silas and I? We had a moment.