Staying home on a day like this, reminds me of the mornings we lived in South Dakota. After it had snowed several feet, the wind had blown the snow up against the door so that you couldn’t get out: we woke up to hot delicious pancakes that are mom and made and had sitting on the table waiting for us. That’s the kind of day that I remember as being relaxing, and enjoying as I grew up. At the time there were only four of us kids, on our way to having six.

When I think about relaxing at home I always think about spending time with the family.

White is nice, but sun is better.

Cold, Good day to stay home.