It snowed on Thursday. Most first snows of my life have come at night. My mum would come to wake me up in the morning and the first thing she’d say is “look out your window!” That was when snow was still exciting.

Oh who am I kidding? It’s still exciting. It was really coming down on Thursday, and I could barely concentrate on my work. I wanted to pull my chair over to the window and curl up with a blanket and hot chocolate and watch the snowstorm.

When it got so we couldn’t see the buildings two blocks away, we reminisced about the great blizzard of 2007. Though in that blizzard, you couldn’t see ten feet in front of you. No kidding. There’s one I can talk about for the next seventy years.

I got my hair cut on Friday and I asked for bangs. (This is now pretty much my favourite picture of me, ever.)

I haven’t had bangs since I was fifteen. Before that I’d had bangs since I was six or seven.

So, sometimes I catch sight of myself in the mirror and I see me as a child.

And if I’m wearing my glasses, sometimes I see my aunt.

I thought I was in love with my grey before this haircut, but now there is a substantial amount of it that pulls through the bangs in streaks and I love it so much more. The pictures don’t do the grey justice; it is ridiculously cool.

It’s Canadian Thanksgiving weekend. Today we had lunch with Ian’s family. Tomorrow we’re having supper with my family.

I’m going to be all grown up and make a roast. This might be the second roast I’ve ever made in my life.