Very pleased indeed.

Early this morning I heard Drew Jones leap out of bed. We had been dreaming dreams of snow days and I wondered if he had gotten the call.

He didn't come back for a long time. Disappointed, I began to doze off again expecting he was getting ready for work.


Then I felt him crawl back into bed and whisper "snow daaay!"

I reached for his cold hand and whispered back "snow daaaaay!"


And we fell asleep.

A very happy Friday to you and yours from the Jones Cottage.