Well, my mittens and snow-shoes are packed, and I’m off to the world of Syberian cold and unrelenting snow. Ew. Make that a giant EW. But I’ll be with my family for Christmas, which makes the icy roads and biting wind nearly bearable.
I shall endeavor to keep in touch from the bitter cold of my mom’s deserted lakeside town (does the term “lake effect” mean anything to anyone?). If my spelling gets a bit off, you can assume I’m semi-frozen in the land of Tim Hortons.
Be in touch, okay? And don’t forget to…you know…order a book or two…or six…or …
Love to you all!