Perfect!

The flat tire from last night has been replaced by a new affordable one. The mail brought three magazines: Interweave Knits bringing the promise of spring, The Nation reminding me that vigilance is the price of liberty, and Poets @ Writers with a lovely picture of Lawrence Ferlinghetti. And not a single bill. The snow is gently falling. Every forecast tells me that tomorrow the sleet will be very dangerous, that the folks responsible for maintaining the roads are begging me to stay home tomorrow.

I think I will.