The promised snow arrived yesterday and looked very pretty. The promised sleet did not follow so there was still a white blanket over everything this morning. Apparently we're due more next weekend as well.
In news that will surprise precisely no one, I haven't made much progress on my New Year goals. But I have been making a lot of progress in my mission to declutter the house. I'm very much a packrat, a trait which I inherited from both my parents, so our house has an awful lot of stuff in. I cleared a lot of it a few years ago after Dad died but it's piling up again and I need to do a better job of letting go of things that I haven't used in years but for some reason convinced myself would be useful or important some day. I think I'm finally getting there now and I'm feeling quite good about it. I just hope I can keep up this momentum and not fall back into old bad habits.
Work has been quiet recently, which isn't surprising, so my hours have been cut right down. I'm actually quite happy about that at the moment cos it means more time to focus on the house but I hope it's not going to be permanent. I'm not too worried yet cos this has happened before and my hours always go up again, but I will admit to being slightly concerned considering what's happening to a lot of people and businesses right now.
And finally, it's Burns Night so I'm enjoying a wee dram of whisky. And wishing I could go back to Scotland again. I love Scotland.