Breakfast

Someone shook the New Hampshire snowglobe this morning. Big puffy flakes lazing down past the eaves and our half-decorated Christmas tree, which we’ll be taking down this weekend, once Epiphany is gone. Got the new Death Cab For Cutie album from the iTMS, which provides a moody, lyrical backdrop to working and snowwatching.

Breakfast: a cup of tea, some of my mom’s homemade biscotti, and a hardboiled egg, readied for eating according to Toby’s instructions .