It might have been Groundhog's Day, but it's more like being stuck inside the loop of It's A Wonderful Life. Living in the sleepy town where Jimmy Stewart grew up is like living inside a snow globe sometimes. Snow endlessly flurries to the ground. Gray is the color of the year. Sometimes I have to remind myself that it's beautiful. This weekend we warmed up and relaxed a little. Treated ourselves to good baked goods and rose-flavored lattes. Gary cooked a whole turkey on Sunday while I was at work, and that night we had one of the first warm, filling take-a-nap-after meals we've had in a while. We are ready for spring.