I managed to wake up at 2:30 a.m., 3:30 a.m. and 4:15 a.m., waiting for the gentle sssshhhhhing of the show. I explained to Sadie that while I was ready to go back to work just so I could quit eating Aldi cheese crackers every 6 minutes, I was looking forward to sitting on the front porch and listening to the sound of the snow falling.
Sadie (clearly she doesn't know anything about meteorology): "Snow doesn't make a sound."
Me (indignant because I don't either): "Yes it does. It makes a sssshhhhh sound."
Sadie (she's really over me): "Maybe you should be a librarian since you love that sound so much."
I think I'm going to see if I can get a CD of white noise with a track of snow falling. There was even a book written about it. Snow Falling on Cedars I think it was called. See? I'm not the first to make this connection. I know things.
I saw this post tonight:
Do you think she would believe that I had her dogs? Or at least a reasonable facsimile?
They both answer to Penny. Nickels doesn't care. I wonder if she thinks they're the pennies and not the dogs.