Sunday evening...

Up early, owing to the cold...or sinus infection...or whatever. Pull down some good revisions on "Dancing with the Devil." Haven't looked at the story in a while, and the distance did me good. First two thirds are strong. Need to work on the close.

Warmed up to ten or twelve today. Supposed to be even nicer tomorrow. Roads are going to turn to slush, ice by late evening. Not sure what the rest of the week will bring. 

Managed some grocery shopping in advance of tomorrow night's dinner party. A lot of work/cooking ahead between then and now. Beef Wellington...sides...desserts. Aperitifs. Good thing Christmas only comes once a year, right?

Tired, as usual. Too much congestion, too little light, zero motivation. Need to work my way out of this paper bag even if it is made of gift wrap.