Lots. Of. Snow.

I have a stinking cold. So at 3 pm I'm still in my jammies, unshowered, and have yet to give Owl any presents (except, possibly, the cold). At least the tree got put up, albeit at midnight on Christmas Eve.

I'm kind of OK with all this, though. We're having Christmas II at my parents' tomorrow, and I can tell myself that I'm celebrating my last Christmas lie-in for many years to come.