it could just be the wine

it's a cold day outside, about -15 or so, and this morning's shower is still lingering on my living-room windows.

wilco is playing and here i sit with a bowl of beta-carotene soup, and the rest of last night's last glass of wine.

in a flurry of...something, i whipped up a batch of rum balls and the soup and tidied up and did a tonne of dishes. and now i look forward to slowly working my way through the glühwein-soaked orange slices from yestereve's festivities. and maybe a little walk to take my compost down to the community garden, or a stroll along the lakeshore. maybe i should go look for used cd's to give to the brother who wants it all.

it could just be the wine, but i'm feeling all warm from the glow of my friendlings hier. we sat around talking, and sipping, listening to music, and played a little charades, a little alphabet gameage, reminisced and debated and had a nice time all 'round.

not much daylight left - best get outside. wish there was snow enough for propulsion via cross-country skis.