The day the music died, fifty years later (that's a long time)

Now, really. I love snow, and I think it's terrifically pretty. It's been snowing all day, and the trees are all covered and Narnia-ish. But, I ask you, what is the good of snow if it does not get me out of class? That's just silly.

In other news, I could be reading for some class, but decided I want to sew eyelets on the never-ending stays. And I have no class tomorrow anyhow, so it's not like I ever do much homework on Tuesdays.

So, off to sew eyelets and drink tea, 'cause that's what I do. (I get mad in the summer when it's too hot to drink hot tea for any practical purpose if one does not want to roast oneself. Lovely, lovely winter.)