It’s 6 a.m., Sunday.

I wake up and remember the weather forecast. Ten to 14 inches of snow. I snuggle into the warmth under the fluffy white comforter and imagine the cold of the fluffy white snow piling up outside the window. I hear the icy wind blowing, then the counter attack of the furnace firing up in the basement.

My little dog, Elliot, has worked his way under the covers and is looking at me from the passenger side pillow. He's been the only passenger in that spot for a while now, which is fine with both of us. I get up and quickly open the bedroom door to allow in the kitties, Pokie and Ruby-Two-Shoes. It's cold outside the bed. I scurry back under the covers.

I'm glad I had the foresight to order oil last week, and to have the original wavy glass windows in this 1930s bungalow replaced with less aesthetically pleasing thermopane ones last winter.

I try to stop this line of thinking and empty my mind so I can go back to sleep for another hour or so.

It doesn't work. It's Sunday. No work. I braved the frigid cold first thing yesterday morning and drove 10 miles to get a Christmas tree from my favorite Christmas tree guy, who sets up a spot on Route 1 just south of Wiscasset each year.

They're not the perfect full, cone-shaped beauties my brother always gets, but the price is right, and I like the challenge of a Charlie Brown tree. Maybe it's the artist in me. I have amassed a motherlode of exquisite ornaments and I know once they've all been placed in strategic locations no one will notice the imperfect tree.

I set up the tree last night and strung the lights. I got groceries yesterday with thoughts of a snowy day, ensconced inside. I have popcorn and cocoa, a childhood combination that was a necessity on a snow day. I have fresh pizza dough and fresh mozzarella for later (I also have whiskey, sweet vermouth, blood orange bitters and a cherry for later). Bad food choices are OK on a snow day.

I remember I stocked up on frozen Eggo waffles and turkey bacon too. And “The Today Show” will come on shortly.

More sleep is not in the cards. There are things to do.

It's time to get up and weather the storm.

Winter is here.