We did our usual Saturday morning shopping run, but with an addition.
Since our daughters moved out, we've taken on a new tradition: if it's snowing on Saturday morning, or is going to snow, we go out for breakfast.
There was snow in the forecast this morning, so I had a wonderful ham and cheese omelet, with hash browns on the side. They don't sell grits, dang it. But the snow had begun by the time we ate, and we drove in increasingly heavy snowfall for the rest of the morning. At times, visibility was down to only 40 or 50 feet, and only then if you squinted real hard. :)
But it's over now, and we're back home. Groceries are unpacked, we're in comfy lounging attire, and putting our feet up in front of the fireplace.
Thanks for stopping by, friends.