Two-thirty on Christmas Eve afternoon and it’s dark and rainy and grey outside.
But I don’t care.
Inside, it’s warm and cozy. The kettle is on for tea. I’m enjoying a little Christmas music and playing with my new iPhone, which you will hear ALL about in due course.
All three cats are asleep on my bed, and the Grande Dame is snoring.
Bodie’s already had a Christmas Eve romp with the neighbor’s dog, and when we returned the runaway, we were rewarded with the most delicious eggnog rum cake which made for a FINE Christmas Eve brunch.
Merry Christmas to all!