Women Who Eat Chocolate

I believe I've been swept away like a child by a set of three books - The Hunger Games Trilogy.  Read them, loved them, can't wait for the movie in March.  Katniss, Peeta, and all the other major players in the book have stayed on my mind since I finished the last book on Sunday.  For those of you who don't read you can't know how a book transports you.  You're never too old to be swept away.

I woke up very gently this Saturday morning.  These weekend mornings are for leisurely stretching your legs and curling back up into a warm fetal position.  I could tell by the way the traffic moved outside my curtains that something had changed in the weather overnight.  When you live in Ohio you just know by the soft grayness to the edges of your bedroom that it has snowed.  The muffled sound that the tires make, the gentle sound the world has to it.  I also received a text by a good friend, a good snow buddy friend, telling me to look outside to see what Mother Nature had gifted us through the midnight hours.  It was a pleasurable awakening.  The coffee brewing, that strong pungent smell that wafts through the house makes a Saturday so pleasant.  Not that the Monday coffee smell is any different, it's just a lazier smell that lets you know you have no place you have to go - not a hurry in the world.  Pajamas, at 3:15 in the afternoon as I ...