Six-thirty in the morning, and Adam is making waffles for breakfast. Mary is "sorting" her presents. And I'm bleary-eyed after being woken by the cats, who were evidently starving to death and couldn't wait for daylight to have their vittles.
We're waiting to hear on the road conditions to decide whether to head south to Aunt Susan's or not. Last night coming out of the Christmas Eve service, it was nothing but ice all over the place. The temperatures aren't expected to get above twenty-five degrees (F) all day, so unless they're laying down some serious tractionary particulates, it'll be one long slide ride!
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a safe and happy day!
1 comment:
Waffles...mmmmm!
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