It’s snowing freakishly large snowflakes, and I should be writing any scene from the Clive Owen King Arthur movie. I call it the Clive Owen Arthur, because it was one of my favorite Arthur films. Let’s face it. There’s been more than one or two. And Clive Owen is hawt. I mean really hawt!

It’s so beautiful here it almost hurts. Treacherous but beautiful, just like the Clive Owen King Arthur film.

A best friend forever is snowshoeing over here so that we can have a couple hours of cross-stitching. Just kidding. She’s coming in an automobile, but it’s probably wearing snowshoes.

After that, I’ll be getting back to my low-fat life. I’ll be writing. Sven will be smiling and gobbling low-fat banana bread. Thanks for the suggestion, Keziah. Sven needs lots of distracting, or he can be quite the trickster.

I found my wall calendar for the year. It’s an Edward Hopper art calendar. This is what I’m looking at for January. Note the play of sun and lack of snow. Thank you, Edward Hopper, American artist – 1882-1967. Your work is stunning.

Gotta go.

Elen