He who was called while free is Christ’s slave. You were bought with a price; do not become slaves of men.
1 Corinthians 7:22-23
Snow. This morning: flakes everywhere. Smaller-than-normal classes, but my hardy professors cancel for nothing. Certainly not for a baby storm that stops after six measly inches. I love the falling snow; it puts me in mind of Christmas, and purity, and quiet. At one point everything went wild, blowing snow violently horizontally, reducing visibility to almost none. Snow affixed itself to our windows, blocking the view. When I opened the screen door (which is a step up from the porch), I found it brushed snow. Then the snow stopped and I saw blue sky; immediately melting began. Roads cleared or froze over. Winter begins to grip Worcester.
I seem to be recovering from my illness. Ian, however, is now running a fever between 99° and 100°, so I fear my illness may not have come from him at all. If that is so, he has a rough six days ahead of him. Even regardless, we have a hard six days ahead of us. By next Thursday, all will be completed.