We spent a very lazy Sunday holed up in our little mountain cottage while it snowed all day, wishing we had bread for grilled cheese sandwiches and lamenting our stupidity at failing to gather those supplies. It was one of those drink-tea-listen-to-NPR-make-cocoa sorts of days. Patrick starts his new Parks/Rec job today, and this past weekend felt like we were finally truly starting over here. Now we can move forward with a little less fear and anxiety. It feels damn good.
Poor little Brussels sprout.
(In reference to the safe & sound print: Isn't Dan McCarthy the best? Artist crush forever.)