Dans la neige il y a des cactus

I think we came close to insanity today.
Pathetic really; it's only been two days of snow-house arrest, but seems like forever.
Experienced great troughs of anger, depression, hilarity and wonder. We have fed all the small birds of the Aude region, made tortillas, drawn fish, watched super-nanny in French, forced the dogs to make small yellow pools in the pure snow, listened to Keane, Jacques Dutronc, Coldplay, The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, and Leonard Cohen, well I would have, except I couldn't find any — possibly a good thing . . . and did a bit of art.