A cold, snowy Easter...ok, just some flurries...

But still winterlike. In fact, if memory serves correct, Easter was colder than Thanksgiving OR Christmas. Brrrrrr. Only around 40, breezy, occasional snow flurries. Very odd. Throw in the fact that we went to my cousins' for the first time -- where we spend Thanksgiving -- and the fireplace was burning like it was November...well, it was just strange. A strange Easter. Oh, yes, and of course the fact that I skipped mass for the second year. I enjoyed some red wine alone out on the chilly deck, watching the still-bare skinny trees sway. My brother and I also took a lovely pre-party excursion along a winding, creek-sidelined road, and over one-lane bridges, the bro getting out to read the historical sign on the general store, me reading the 1851 one-room schoolhouse marker from the window. Very spontaneous of the bro...after I merely said I "always wondered what's that way" after we turned down the usual street. "That way" meaning if we kept going and didn't make the turn. VERY exciting!! I LOVE rambling sightseeing! So it was a lovely day. Now it's Easter Monday and i'm tired. Didn't sleep well, did a lot today. Time to start prepping...slowly...for bed. I DO mean slowly.