In the winter she curls up around a good book and dreams away the cold. ~Ben Aaronovitch, ~Broken Homes
He warned us with a boyish grin, inclement weather loomed. But basking as were, under cloudless skies and eighty degree warmth we remained unconcerned until dawn revealed the mountains; concealed by a blanket of darkness that poured into the valley like leftover gravy, and we froze.
It’s a safe bet that there were as many jackets as there were toys and games purchased that first frigid day – ha! And speaking of games, there’s one in particular on my mind today.
Requiring considerable concentration and a bounty of luck; Jenga® is a game that even cats are good at (according to the internet), and perfectly describes the structure of my work-a-day world. All it takes is one integral piece—let alone two or three—to bring down the house, so to speak. Although an unexpected collapse isn’t the end of the world, it can certainly be demanding; as evidenced by my abrupt disappearance. Sorry about that, folks.
Besides, it’s Christmas!
So as I set my game back up and drag out all those merry memories from every Christmases past, of cookie smiles and Santa hats; gifts that can’t be wrapped, I’ll be thinking of all of my cyber friends too, as I take a holiday hiatus and send off sixty Christmas cards. Does anyone still do that?
In the meantime I left a short Christmas story at Canyon Whispers and I’ll pop in on your posts whenever possible. Until again, be warm, be well and above all be happy!