I like to take advantage of the fact that there are twelve days of Christmas. The pre-holiday part of sending off packages and worrying in general wears me out completely, but on the second day of Christmas, I added some very prickly holly to the wreath:
contemplated something silly: (Gilly at the farm eating the catnip toy she (we) brought for Raffa, the cat):
took another picture of Gilly at the window where the Christmas tree is now:
and worked on the peaceable lion:
Yesterday it poured and poured; driving was no fun. The furnace decided to not work. All that was annoying, but putting the holly in the wreath made me feel what a good symbol it is for representing irritating (or worse) circumstances, and since luckily I have a space heater to create a coziness, it really isn't much of an annoyance after all, especially remembering, and sending love to, those who are really having troubles right now. Anyway, that's all for today.