The first storm of winter blew through here yesterday, and I couldn’t be happier. Have I mentioned that I generally like winter? Pete had music practice in the morning, before the snow really started coming down. The drive home was crazy enough that we decided to stay put, make brownies and watch DVDs.

I think that’s the appeal. So much of the time I’m running to and fro, doing this and that, being all efficient and wise in the use of my time. (Or at least I’m trying for that last part.) Crappy weather gives me a reason to slow down. There’s something very comforting about being warm, safe and at home when nature is slowing us what it can do.

The sleet started in the afternoon. Noisy pellets that pummeled the side of the house and sounded exactly like rain sticks. Right now things are rather icy. Pete went out for his morning jog at 5 a.m. An hour later, he was pounding the front door because he had lost his keys somewhere along his 4-mile jaunt. He backtracked and miraculously found those keys, after many false alarms from spotting fallen leaves, rocks, etc. Quite the adventure. We’re heading across town for a meeting this afternoon, and that ought to be an adventure, too.

Tomorrow will no doubt be back to normal, with school and work and the related bustle/hustle.

I might feel a little different about winter by the end of February, but for now I wouldn’t have it any other way.