With the time change from Daylight Savings Time back to Standard Time Sunday morning came the first snow of the season. Though it quickly melted, it came down thick and heavy for maybe an hour or so, long enough to leave an inch of slush on the car to be squeegeed off when we finally left the house around noon.
D stayed at my place this weekend, which was a nice break for me from the usual packing up whatever I divine I might need to wear for the weekend (almost always wish I had something else I left at home). I also got to accomplish some errands as we were suburbanites with a car instead of urbanites on foot as we usually are. Being on foot precludes a surprising number of purchases, for good or ill, because who wants to carry that around all day until we get home? A car has a handy trunk for hauling one's loot, such as the new shower caddy I finally bought to replace my rusted old one that was flaking off its coating into my soap.
We did stop in back at D's, though, because my puny television was not considered acceptable for watching the big football game in the afternoon. I'd packed up the rest of the arrabbiata sauce and the (less than) half bottle of pinot noir we had left, so we cozied up in his place with a nice dinner before the game, rooted on the home team (they won!) on D's big screen, and then D brought me back home to get ready for my work week.