The sun came out today. The only snow left is in the woods and in the north shadow of the house.
Had a snow day anyway. At least that's how the chef worded it when he called and told me not to come to work. More like an unpaid, one-day furlough. There were almost no reservations on the books, and the snow earlier in the week caused the private parties on Tuesday and Wednesday to shrink considerably. It didn't start snowing until late Tuesday night, well after we closed, but I think people were afraid it was going to.
I have finally reached the climactic scene in the novel I've been working on since last 2009 nano, and I can't seem to write it.
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