There is a moose roast in the oven, and a husky wandering around the room, sniffing hopefully at the oven door. My brother is trying to feed her pistachio nuts. Snow has been falling steadily here all day, and everything is blanketed in a soft white layer. Went X-country skiing yesterday and took an epic tumble into a snowbank, ended up with my feet in the air, totally buried. This town makes me feel odd. A little uncomfortable.
I got your letter, Sarah C., and appreciated the anecdote about Tiffany and her feline friends. She is a lucky bunny.
I hope that all of you are drinking copious amounts of tea and have time to take the occasional nap.
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