One of Emil's craft creations from school.
We have lots of snow, so it fits.

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1:41 p.m.

Most of my Christmas shopping is done; now, to wrap and bag and tag. Usually I enjoy everything to do with gift-giving, but this year I feel like it's too much to do well. I even imagined saying "To hell with it" but that's as far as my grinchism got.

Everett assembled our tree and hung the decorations yesterday, and put out the rest of our seasonal ornamentation. He strung coloured lights in my office windows. Will any Christmas baking be done? I am beginning to doubt it.

My throat's been sore the last two mornings, and my voice is about two octaves deeper than usual. Whatever Scott is still recovering from, I appear to have caught. If it doesn't get worse than this, though, I won't complain. This isn't half bad.