"Mom! Are you awake yet?"

With the snowbanks so high around the house, my cafe customers can come right up to the windows to check the opening time. They seem particularly anxious this morning.  Maybe they sense the snowstorm on its way Monday night into Tuesday.  Could be another 9-10 inches.  Three more days of melting to make room for the next dump.  

Gift# 69: A furry face at the window when you get up.