Load

Dishwasher running, first of two loads. Everyone full and off to other houses. Stuffed, actually. On the rare occasions I cook, no one leaves hungry unless they really want to. I don't push, but I feed. Green beans (fresh) done to soft perfection, D's excellent chili, and broiled chicken (in case anyone was not in the mood for chili - everyone was though) baked potatoes and cheese, salsa, sour cream and corn chips, salad. Nibbles on the coffee table, dried fruits, carrots, olives, marinated artichoke hearts (FIL's weakness) celery, dips, crackers. All the best we can manage, to make sure the sun rises.

Oh, the ball of incandescent plasma will allow the planet to orbit as usual, but unless we mark the turning of the year, the sun will not come up. So we light our lights and candles, warm the abode and present our treat food, and hope for whatever we hope for.

Not that I consider Hope as an ideal, sometimes it's all we get.

I get one more day off, to rest and heal. The two days of work are an unknown as yet. Two days, though, feh, nothing.

Sun shining in, low and bright. Glad we let last evening go, not expecting anyone to drive through driving snow on dicy roads. This morning proved lovely, and much safer.

Food is all stored, no need to cook for the best part of this week.

Sun dropping low, time to close down and settle. Winter just starting. Husband one's resources.