I gave the gift that’s impossible to return: I brought my violin to the family gatherings and played. Of course, some of my family would have rather had anything else, but it’s the thought… right?
Jigsaws. Icy. Alexa.
Ten days of no work starting on the 22 with four days of Christmas, then three days of vegging out, and finally three days of New Years.
It was pointed out to me recently that in the sunlight of the #metoo campaign that has been sweeping the world in recent months (whether intended or just accidentally misinterpreted) the lyrics of “Baby It’s Cold Outside” come across as more than a little old fashioned and a bit casual about implied assault.
…a bit of snow. It’s so brown and ugly out right now.