As I was spinning away in the basement this morning, the increasingly agitated cries of my spawn nearly pulled me off the bike. Loud as blazes but frustratingly indecipherable, I thought I was hearing shouts of "It's going!" "What's going?" I wondered to myself, knowing full well that someone would eventually descend to the laundry room to enlighten me. A moment or two later, Rachmy hurtled down the steps, stopping for a long moment to snicker at the sight of Mommy exerting herself. "It's snowing!" he chortled, "and Winter has come early!"
By the time I'd dragged my bike-weary body to the living room window, the alleged snow had stopped. My brood was outside craning their necks to the heavens, but alas! There was no further precipitation to be seen.
I finally finished up the girls' pillows today---a flurry of excitement on that count!
There's been a flurry of anticipation, a flurry of activity, and a flurry of packing in these parts, as well. Things are coming along in the moving department, and we're hoping, G-d willing, to head out of here next weekend. Greener pastures, here we come!