Winter

I don't know what the narcissus are doing up at Christmas, but they sure smell good

It's been a long day and I don't feel I've accomplished anything. I'm writing three five things on my to do list for everyone one I cross off, and suddenly when am I going to finish the holiday card? and all those other seasonal things: wrapping, cooking. I don't have to tell you--we're all doing the same thing here. I just got sidetracked trying to find the right lids for some plastic containers; every once in awhile I decide to code them and I feel so clever, but the marks rub off and there you go.  I'm just going to make some warm milk, have a cookie and call it a night.