The sun outside my window is beating down on the remains of yesterday's snowfall making it glisten and pop out at you like diamonds in the rough. I love the sheer beauty of it . As lovely as it looks here in my little corner of the world it is only eight degrees outside. It's exactly the kind of day to enjoy the warm surroundings of home. I think it's probably a good day to sit by the fireplace, curl up in my snowman throw, and read a good book. My daughter gave me a John Grisham book for Christmas and my son and daughter-in-law one entitled A Cup of Comfort. A nice way to spend the day when eight degrees of temperature separate me from the good ole' outdoors.