Well, we have power, which I had a feeling we'd have. But I'm downstairs a bit earlier than usual, coffee's made, checking here, and I'll start the scrambled eggs with cream cheese soon...just in case.

Doesn't appear to be a hug amount of snow...more than a foot, perhaps, less than two feet. But it's still snowing and blowing...definitely a lot of drifting, so it's hard to tell from the door to the deck. My plow guy plowed last night around 9, but you'd never know it to look at it.

Snow is drifted in the corners of ALL the windows on ALL sides of the house, which certainly is a commentary on the wind. Interesting patterns on the door as welll.

Didn't drink the porter last night...had a yen for a tropical drink and discovered I had rum, orange juice, falernum, grenadine and limes and maraschino cherries, so I sipped Planter's Punch. I even had a tropical swizzle stick (though no little paper umbrella). And I read last month's issue of Vanity Fair instead of about English cottage gardens. Finished the night reading Richardson Wright to Tom, though. What a lovely book!

Linn