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Happy Sunday, everyone! Or should I say, happy “snowed-in” Sunday, wheretheonlythingcolder than the weather is my sleep schedule. Because let’s face it, I’ve been running on about three hours of sleep and enough coffee to fuel a small army. Speaking of which, I’ve lost count of how many cups I’ve chugged today. At this point, I’m pretty sure I could brew a pot that keeps me warm through the Arctic blast outside. Meanwhile, outside my window, it’s so freezing cold that I’m pretty sure even the snow is considering a quick vacation south. But amidst all this chilly chaos, life still finds a way. Baby calves are being born like tiny, adorable weather rebels, showing up regardless of the snowstorm and freezing temps. If they can do it, I guess I can survive the day, too. Probably with a few more coffee refills and a lot of prayer!