The snow keeps falling here. I love this kind of snowflake: large and in no hurry to get anywhere. We had snow Saturday night and when I awoke on Sunday morning, we had about an inch. As I crossed the street to get the newspaper, I marveled at how it looked like there were a million crystals shimmering in the snow. It was perfect. I haven't shoveled yet, but I haven't been feeling well again. I have to call the doctor later and make an appointment to go in. It seems that my pneumonia has come back. I am tired a lot and my chest is hurting again. I guess that it's good that I haven't gotten another part-time job yet. I am going to stop by the newspaper office today and ask for more writing. I really want to just be able to support myself right now with writing. My parents and I got another book contract for Schiffer Books. The book will be on vintage scarves. My mom and I already own A LOT, so it shouldn't be too hard. I am excited to research the designers. I have also started my book about life in Korea. I am hoping to work on it a lot today. Wish me luck with that! Well, I suppose that I should get back to my writing.
"When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure."