Lovely, dark fog this morning in the yard. Frost on the rooftops, on the dried leaves in the yard and the grass. I can hardly see the tree just down the street; it's muffled in its cloud, and I like it. I'm in a nightgown and kneesocks, thinking we should go outside before it lifts off. But I have candles here, and the corgi has already gone upstairs and back to bed and Andy. It's still early. I like the quiet. I have a sore throat.
Lovely, warm weekend: candlelight dinner for two (and a game of Farkle, which is really fun), Saturday morning farmer's market and a bouquet made just for me, Sara Pajunen from the band Kaivama at Scan Fair, working on my quilt until I messed up all the vertical sashing (made every little strip 1/4" too long, which added up to . . . way too long). The minute it got dark I climbed into bed (= flannel sheets), watched A Princess for Christmas, had some more hot chocolate (I have a problem), and worked on my scarf. Which I also messed up, but which is also almost done.