Licking

Cozy evening, snuggled down with a cat between us. Santa brought Dylan socks. Per request, nice warm ones. And me a long sleeve knit shirt, very dark. His mom, brother, SIL and nephew came by, a bit later than planned, because his dad was sick with a nasty cold and needed to stay home. I made brunch. Hash browns with peppers and shallots, eggs in purgatory with bacon, fruit and ginger bread. They brought cheese and crackers. Nephew is more interesting than even last month, crawling up a storm to their amazement. Giggling at D asking him to "say 'surrealism'." He's not a year old, and words are still a while off, but he seemed to enjoy the challenge.

Cats greeted baby, then decided on discretion.

Snowing since morning, but just enough for show.



Eleanor has been licking the windows. Not sure if it's because she's thirsty, it has a flavor, or she's clearing a place to look out. Could be all three, of course.




Minimal shoveling, which is fine.