Yup, that's it. Just a stack of paper. 277 pages, to be exact. Mom says that Mister Soft Word told her there are seventy-nine thousand seven hundred twenty-four words on all these pieces of paper.
Mom says she'll take it out when the snow is all gone, and then she'll start "murdering her darlings."
Yeah, I don't get it either.
Here is the obligatory snow shot. It is a beautiful day, sunny and warm. (Well, warm for March!)