not two snowflakes are alike (borrowed from someone else today)

I wanted to record a short video of the fire in the fireplace and post it instead of a picture, but somehow my webcam resisted any communication attempts with my great Vista-run computer. So had to take a photo.

It was supposed to snow just a little, with 1-2 inches of accumulation. We got at least 6 if not 8 inches and icy thingy underneath! Well, a reason to lit the fireplace and skip swimming.
NPR's selection of classical music is a bit atypical but very nice, and together with the hum of the fire and the light and the white outside, the place is quite cozy. It is chilly out, just came back from the backyard with new batch of wood. The pine truly burns too fast!
Kind of hoping to get at least one more e-mail from my new e-friend, who entertains and intrigues me since yesterday. It is nice to meet new people. Fascinating. And very interesting when it happens online. What makes one to open so fast to a complete stranger? Am I opening as well that it makes them feel safe with me? Is there a certain level of desperation not to stay alone? Or is it inside us, to share, tell our stories? Exhibit ourselves? Are we seeking approval from others? Are we trying to find someone interested in our particular story? Like a single flower waiting for the right bee? Or do we play the orchid game?

Now I feel like Carrie Bradshaw... bleh...

Too much cheap wine... and pretty good pumpkin pie ice cream, thanks Keith!

The snow is too dry for building a snowman, I could hardly press it into loose snowballs thrown at the dog when we played outside. Pity. Last log and good night Dr. Kinsey!