It is crazy snowy out there, and my hubby just drove to work through the blizzard. What a tuffy!!! I wish we could spend the snow day cuddling and drinking hot chocolate and watching Christmas movies. But since he’s off helping sick people and being sexy, I guess I’ll just……write, or clean the house, or something.
“It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.”
-James Joyce (he is really good at final sentences!)
This makes me so sad. The ballroom of the Lee Plaza hotel.
And this is freakin awesome.