scene in which my inner-cat-lady makes a slight apperance

I woke to rain, planned to give into it-- sit in bed and read, write some stuff... But it's snowing.  And I want to go sledding.  I want to sled and snowshoe and decorate a tree with glitter and eat cookies with pure buttery-sugar icing.  It's snowing, and I'm dancing around with my cat singing songs about snow.  Why?  Because no one else is here for dancing and there's not enough snow yet for sledding.