Today is bright and sunny. It is around 40˚. I have to go to the dump, to the post office and to Rings, a sort of grocery store. Last night I crossed off one item from my Christmas to do list. I wrote out my Christmas cards. I’m hoping that will jump start me to get going on the rest of the list.

When I went to get the newspaper, I noticed my car windows were still icy. Along the side of the road was a bit more ice. I took my time. Ice and I have a contentious relationship. Tonight will get down to the low 20’s.

Many of the Christmas movies I watch are obviously filmed in Warm places. Artificial snow is banked beside the houses. You never see the breath of people when they are outside, but the movie I’m watching, The Christmas Angel, is unique. The snow is real. You can hear the crunch when people walk-on it. People’s breath can be seen. Gideon is the angel. He once was a cowboy and is dressed accordingly. He sits in trees and plays the harmonica. The plot hinges on one main character believing again in Christmas. It’s a good movie with magic about it.

I live in Flannel. My outside shirts and my inside cozy pants are flannel. I have flannel sheets for when it really gets cold. Until then, I have a warm dog nestled beside me. I have a winter jacket but can’t remember the last time I wore it.

Yesterday I got the last of my packages. They were on the front step with a dog biscuit on the top of the smaller box.

Henry comes all the way into the kitchen now. He knows where the dog biscuits are and walks there to stand right beside the bag where he patiently waits for his treat. He hasn’t yet come all the way into the bathroom. He stands on the threshold and wags his tail.

It’s time to get out and about!