White, cold, snowing...
The way the holidays ought to be. Frosty winter wonderland-y. I was fortunate enough this year to have four entire days off. No call, no nuthin'. I slept in. I wrapped presents and enjoyed it. The traditional 24 hours of "A Christmas Story" provided background accompaniment to the eve of the rip-snatch-tear fest orchestrated by my daughter. The day was topped off by our first christmas dinner cooked up all by ourselves (leftovers for some time, I think, are in the cards).
Today, the day after, reality slowly leaked back into the picture. Cleaning up the debris. Realizing we are out of litter (cats do not go out in -8f to do their business and frozen dirt makes poor litter). Realizing we are out of water...yep, whoops. The gods smiled on us as the water delivery folks worked us into the schedule -otherwise off Jack goes to fetch a pail of H2O. All the pretty snow means an opportunity to do the human snowplow (I'm developing a video, it's a total body workout). Ah well...life in a northern town and all.
Tomorrow I begin the "finish up will ya" lame-duck last week of the year. Resolutions traditionally start up after...but I've had more than enough time to work out mine so I'm saying that this new-year means time to go to work on me. I'm talking a *shudder* to-do list for my mind, body and spirit.