I woke up this morning to the sound of pouring rain. Unseasonable warmth means we have the windows flung wide. This morning’s downpour has given way to a drizzle, and outside, birds chirp, geese honk, and rain drops plop. Inside, the tree is lit with a single strand blinking, its verdant pine fragrance enhanced by the humid air.
Brian’s running errands with the girls right now. Soon we’ll all be back home listening to Christmas music, making cookies, and probably bickering about some nonsense. Before I’m swept up, before you’re off to wherever you’re going, I want to wish you the merriest possible Christmas. [Read more…]