Dad didn't feel like it was worth the effort to try to do the route by car since we were sure to just get it stuck somewhere. And since we obviously wouldn't be able to push the cart of papers through the snow-covered roads, Dad had us pile the papers on sleds and pull them through the snow.
It was slow going because we sank into the fresh snow past our knees with each step. Fortunately we had good boots and snow-pants. In the end it was kind of fun. The snow put a clean blanket of white over everything. Plus, it wasn't cold enough to make us grow icicles from our scarves or to freeze our eyelashes together or anything.
When we got home, we were greeted by the smell of a full breakfast cooking. Mom was cooking hash browns and bacon and scrambled eggs, and Annette was up helping her.
"What's all this?" asked Dad.
"Well, since we're not fasting anyway, I didn't see any point in fasting halfway or something. We'll do it right next month."
Dad seemed satisfied by that explanation, so he called on Lynn to say a prayer on the food, and then we all sat down and ate.
"Since we've got the sleds out and all this snow," said Dad, "what do you say we go sledding? We haven't done that in years."
"Aren't we going to church?" I asked.
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