Cozy?

What should have been a cozy day cooped in the house due to massive snow drifts and buried cars turned into a restless day full of boredom. I hate feeling like this. Nothing is appealing - not movies, not TV, not the Internet, not my book. It was mainly a day of waiting for 9:00pm when I could crawl in bed and not feel too elderly for going to bed early. I hate this feeling. Can't wait to get back to work tomorrow. How often does one say that?

I did take some more pix of the snow. Here's one of Spooky trying to get away from the kid who wanted to chuck her into the 2 foot pile of fluffy snow on our balcony :)