Is this the perfect day, I wonder?

It's snowing. The desert looks quite beautiful in its white clothes. There's Piñon burning in the fireplace. 

I played my guitar for an hour or so. I answered emails and thanked a bunch of new fans at Jango.com. 

I cancelled the only thing I'd planned to do today. We have a friend coming for dinner tonight so since midday the house has been full of the smells of cooking, mingled with the wonderful smell of burning wood. I've taken a couple of pictures including this one. There's Native-American flute music playing quietly in the background. 

It's like living in a giant cliche. And I love it.