I guess one could try to appreciate all of this lovely grey and white by sledding down Rotary Hill or dusting off the cross country skis. But I've decided to do all my appreciating from the warmth of our family room. And while my cardiologist might disapprove of my watching all of that Olympic activity rather than doing it, I am making progress on a quilt for Daughter No. 2. Bob Costas and the moguls are the perfect accompaniment as I applique at least nine million leaves on twelve quilt squares. I should be done just about the time they're lighting the torch in Sochi, Russia.
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