The town shuts down.   Shoes and I tried to have dinner out last night; we hit five restaurants in a row that were all closed.

There's nobody at the grocery store.
Or Starbucks.
Or the gas station.

This is what it's like when a town of 10,000 all year residents says goodbye to 20,000 students for the winter break.

But it's not all bad.  Shoes and I move easily from family member to family mber's house for the holiday.  I have hardly any appointments on my schedule for next week.  I have the chance to have s leisurely conversation with Jen at the yarn store about why my cowl is bunching up.

We're settling in, which is odd.  But welcome, too.  It's time.


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