Today has been the most wonderful day. I woke up to just enough snow to make a beautiful drive to church, but not too much to clean off my car. I took the whole afternoon to myself and refused to let myself even think about the "to-do" list. Instead I spent the afternoon reading my great-grandmother's autobiography, which is something I have wanted to do for months. I want to write a well-researched narrative of my g-grandmother and her husband, and then her husband parents and grandparents. The autobiography gave me lots of places to look to flesh out the story.