My appetite changed as soon as it snowed. There it was, skipping along from yogurt to grapes to black beans to salsa . . . as soon as it snowed it spun right around. Now I've craving cocoa, gingerbread, dried fruit, soup, potatoes, oatmeal, beer.
(This is what I ate while writing on the couch a few mornings ago.)
(Tim painted my nails iridescent silver last night, while we were at his family's trimming the tree and eating soup, cider and cheese.)