Ooh, sparkly.

When I rub the cats in the dark, not only do I get flickerings of sparks before my hand, but afterwards sparkles in their fur.

Humidity? What humidity?

It looks like December out there.

( See? (Cut due to largish imageness) )

It's good family-snuggly weather, really.

And the way the snow falling photographed in the flash was both cool and utterly unexpected.

In a word, ffffffffff. . .

There is nothing quite like going upstairs to get some painting done and discovering a large puddle of red paint in the hallway.

Well, I wanted that godawful carpet taken up anyway. . . .