A very Merry Christmas from me and Mr. Jones! We especially hope that you have snow to eat and a breeze to floof your tail.

With the holidays here, I have a week off. I have a tidy stack of books to choose from, so I have a feeling I will curl up on the couch and turn on the fireplace channel on the TV and settle in for a good read. I finished work at noon yesterday, and went for groceries — naively thinking that the grocery store would be quiet on Christmas eve, because why would people go grocery shopping? It was the busiest I’ve ever seen my local Safeway. Still, I laid in my supplies, managed to get them all into my little bundle buggy cart, and took them home on the bus.

I finished reading Never Cry Wolf by Farley Mowat last night. It’s a shortish book — a fictionalized account of a summer spent observing wolves in the Canadian Arctic (and heavily fictionalized, apparently). Still, it’s an interesting read, and I enjoyed the story without needing to think that it was completely accurate. Creative non-fiction, I suppose.

And so the holidays begin. It’s cold and bright today — it snowed steadily yesterday, and cleared at some point in the night. Mr. Jones has been out a couple times today to eat snow and look around, but comes back in quite promptly. He’s become quite a civilized fellow since the summer — he must have been in indoor cat at some point, but had been living rough for quite a while. Letting him out on the balcony actually seems to have calmed him down a bit. He doesn’t mind putting the harness on, thankfully, though when he comes inside he wants it off RIGHT NOW. He’s lounging on my bed at the moment, having finally decided that it’s a good place for a nap. I’m shortly going to have some lunch and then head off to mom and dad’s for Christmas afternoon and dinner.

A very Merry Christmas to you!