Nose plugged. Itchy throat. Droopy eyes. Messy hair. Comfy PJs. I'm not fond of sickness. I'm home after a weekend spent frolicking in sheets of snow. Tiny white snowflakes that filled the foggy air were worth the endless sneezes and a pink nose. The weekend was concocted with light displays and parades, burritos, card games, sledding and sliding to and fro down the icy roads. I'm extra thankful for my ironed bed, piled with bundles and bundles of blankets. ★