theo and a neighborly snowman

I'm bundled up on my couch in leggings and a Huskers sweatshirt from my college days. I'm watching the rain/sleet/snow come down outside. I just remembered that I re-heated my tea, and it's still in the microwave... an hour later. I think it's time to just make a fresh cup, no?

I had some work to get done this morning, but it only took me an hour... if I subtract the time I spent distracted by Anthony Bourdain's episode of "No Reservations" in Hokkaido, the end of Step Up Revolution, and a goal or two of Olympics hockey. It has been that kind of snow day - slow but going by too quickly. After I met my work deadline, I bundled up, put Theo on his leash, and we braved the snow.

There is a lot of snow in upper northwest DC! I'm a horrible guesser, and it felt like a solid five feet, but it's probably more like 10 inches. The snow comes up to Theo's stomach (kind of adorable), but that dog of mine is fearless and has an insatiable sense of adventure. Sometimes I watch him and think there really is something to that fate thing; we were meant for each other.

I have a few things I should get done - like sort out utilities for this month, put the finishing touches on Zan's Valentine's Day gift, and get ahead on freelance work... but for right this minute I think I'll make that cup of hot tea and finish an episode of House of Cards.

Tomorrow, Zan and I are leaving for a long weekend to...?! I have no idea! He has big plans, and all I know is that we have to be where we have to be at 11:30am. I can't wait to find out what he has up his sleeve. We could be spending the whole day seeing movies in the city, and I'd be the happiest camper. The surprise itself is the magic.

I hope you and yours are safe, warm, and enjoying the snow (if you have any) as much as Theo.