Knee Deep in New Xmas (Part 2)

Here's the "new" in New Christmas... it was 60 (f***ing) degrees before noon!

That's just wrong! Not that I'm complaining, mind you -- I don't think I ever need to deal with snow again.

We are now down to 1 cat.

With the demise earlier this year of Miss Muffin, Miss Fergie is all alone for most of the day.

She let's us know how pleased she is by this (NOT) by meowing loudly when we come home in the evening and landing on us whenever we sit.

Hey, the old girl is 17. I'm willing to cut her some slack.

Here we are with our Christmas Crowns --

part of the package of gifts we brought home from Mother's house.

It's all good: new state, new jobs, new weather conditions.

I'm a happy camper.