While the temperatures fell on Tuesday of last week, the snow fell on Saturday morning. There is something magically and nostalgic about the first substantial snow, but the fairytale feelings quickly went away when I was brushing snow off of the car Sunday morning before Mass.
I am assigned this week to have Mass for the Benedictine Sisters at Clyde. I drove there carefully for Mass, and though the main highways we cleared, the county side roads were a little slick.
Other than my trip to Clyde, it was a quiet weekend. It is the first weekend in a long time that I have not been out on my bicycle, so I found that I had a little more free time. I caught up on some reading and played a board game with a couple of the monks.