Their eyes full of tinsel and fire

Wednesday. Google would have me believe it sunny. Google has an interesting take on "sunny." Cold, yes. We agree on cold.

First mug of tea is to hand, and I'm again indulging in sugar cookies while I type this missive. Breakfast will eventually be a scrambled egg and an English muffin. P'rhaps even a scrambled egg on an English muffin, with a slice of cheese -- yeah, that sounds good. Planned lunch is spaghetti and meatballs. Because I like spaghetti and meatballs.

Read a little late last night, with Classic Vinyl playing in the background. Kudos to Earle Bailey, who stuck to hoary old rock 'n roll, with perhaps two seasonal songs, one of those being "I Believe in Father Christmas," of which I happen to be rather fond. Thank you, Earle, for a pleasant evening.

The Thing that I Most Want To Do today is! Write. Truly, I haven't been able to write anything for weeks now and that's not how to Stay the Course *or* Stay on Target. So, today, I'm going to devote to writing new words, even if it means eating a cheese sandwich for lunch today and spaghetti tomorrow. Merry Christmas, from me to me.

I am going to have to go outside at some point after it "warms up" to deal with the snow berm against the garage door; fingers crossed that will be relatively easy.

Trooper is asleep in the copilot's chair. Firefly and the Lord High Rookifer are back in Steve's office, singing carols, I think.

I hope everyone has a pleasant day, doing what you most want to do.

Today's blog title brought to you by Greg Lake, "I Believe in Father Christmas"

Below, a picture of the author in all her winter sartorial elegance.  Blessed Be.