Winter has arrived

Yesterday I trudged through the snow and slush for our Saturday work call. And as the snow continued to drift down in cold, wet, floppy flakes I opted not to trudge back through the mess to attend my final class. I would feel slightly more disappointed, had I not had a fairly productive day at work.

Oh, we're still swamped. My work is still not up to my personal standard. And my overhire is still dragging her feet (although the little work she did accomplish was beautiful that day). But Dear Christmas Past...she glows...

And what better way to top of the first frigid snowfall of the year than to venture out into said cold for some old world food. Stick to your ribs pierogi and kielbasa. Why we hadn't made it to Nye's Polonaise room...just a stone throw across the Mississippi from our apartment...is a mystery. It brought back many happy family dinning memory of similar supper clubs and wurst haus.