I know, Christmas is long gone by now, but we haven't even begun with the Christmas photos. Kind of tricky when you're without electricity. Last night we discovered that the Santa shirt on Beatrice's Christmas teddy is just about her size, and voila! We captured the moment. Good thing too, because in another week she'll be too fat to wear it again. This is what happens when all you have for entertainment is a woodstove and some library books.
Sharon has been into Dan Brown and Michael Crichton books lately and has become a bit of a conspiracy theorist. No good talking climate change to her. I'm devouring (at my usual snail's pace) Iris Murdoch's The Italian Girl. Punctuated by Dilbert books, of course. I've decided that I'm Alice, and Sharon is Asok.
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