i awoke from my good night’s slumber at the ungodly hour of 7:30. now, while 7:30 is downright respectable on monday mornings, it’s nothing less than a sacrilege on sundays.

i didn’t wake of my own accord. no, i was wakened by the wind. it was howling in a most dramatic fashion. so much so that it woke me up. and if you knew me, you’d know that i can sleep through most everything. . . something that terrfies my mom. i’ve slept through people coming in through patio doors located a mere foot from my head. i’m a heavy sleeper.

but today the wind was HOWLING so loudly it woke me from a dead sleep. it was the kind of wind that could only be accompanied by a fierce blizzard. the kind of wind and snow that made you expect pa ingalls to come stomping through the door telling you he couldn’t find the barn and he had to come up with some scheme because that cow was birthing and it was going to be difficult and without that cow, well. . . tragedy would happen.

so i stumbled from bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and wondering how much snow we had. i was absolutely delighted to discover no snow at all and only the loud, dramatic wind.