The past couple of days have been incredible in Seattle. Frosty mornings, blindingly sunny days, clear moonlit nights. It has really helped my spirits to be able to linger outside and take in all that beauty as I mourn the loss of Cinnamon. We've strung a few white lights outside. We're lighting candles every night, and have been reading about the Christmas story and talking about advent. And today, much to Abbott's relief we finished the last of the Thanksgiving leftovers.
How are things in your corner of the world? Happy Thursday to you.