The snow has been coming down all day. And I'm finally starting to feel just the slightest bit festive.
We bundled up, stuck Zoe in the stroller, and went for a walk around the neighborhood to look at Christmas lights. At the end of a cul-de-sac, we met a couple of golden retrievers who were more than happy to shepherd us around. One was only 9 weeks old, and a complete fluffball. Zoe received many slobbery, doggy kisses.
Now we're home, attempting to set up the tabletop, fiber optic tree. (the real tree will come in a couple of weeks - I fear fire, and don't want it too dry) The bulb is burned out, though, and Danny braved the drive to the grocery store to find a replacement.
We've also got a fire going in the dining room fireplace. Nothing like a roaring fire on a snowy night.
And once Zoe goes to bed, I'll settle in at the table and do some drawing.
I love nights like these.