We're buried in snow here. No school. I have a lot to do at school. Hmm. So, I'll be reading a lot today for class. Mong Lan's Why is the Edge Always Windy? and Marisol Limon Martinez's After You Dearest Language, and some other various texts.

Maybe first I'll make some hot cocoa with whipped cream. Maybe you could too. Curl up with that knitted blanket and read my review of Ryan Murphy's The Gales at Cutbank.