‘Twas the day before Christmas . . .

Well thank you. I wish you the same. Talk to you this afternoon.

Thank you, Tammy. The mousetracks were a gift. Seemed only right to share it!

I got the biggest kick out of the path between the two mouseholes. I can imagine a whole story of mouse caroling and mouse cookie exchanges. It’s good to have congenial neighbors.

Hello, Fee! Merry Christmas to you. Puss is less and less interested in venturing out these days. She is getting to be an old kitty. Although there is occasionally a flash of fire in those green, green eyes . . .

The mouseholes are just off the path through the woods behind the Writing Studio and Bait Shop. I think Puss does not go back there much, even when she is feeling adventuresome. She likes the woodpile, and the mosquito nursery out by the road, and the path to the beach. The owls of course are another story, and the fox. The mice had best be wary.

Why thank you, Mrs. Uhdd, and the same to you and yours! We have holiday sausages broiling, and Miss Sadie and the Cowboy are fairly certain they are going to have some. They are right. They have been very, very good for at least an hour now. Such goodness should be rewarded.

Thank you, Birgitte–Merry Christmas to you, too.

Thank you, Kathy. I’m pretty sure the poem is doggerel, but around here that makes perfect sense!

Never too late for good wishes, and we thank you for them. The Cowboy in particular is in need of them, as he has been up to something and I’m sure I will be annoyed as soon as I find out what.

As it happens, I had dinner at Pearl’s tonight with Louan. She’s doing very well–still has a way to go of course, but feeling feisty.
When we got to the restaurant there was a little sign announcing the availability of WiFi. The next time we go there I will bring the netbook and we will live blog from dinner. That will be a good thing, as it will keep me from eating dessert, which I should not have done tonight. The Nisser made me do it.

Merry Christmas, Carsten!

I probably have reason for annoyance, but I have not yet stumbled on the evidence. This is probably just as well.

They do look exactly like bunny tracks . . . except that they’re teeny tiny tracks. I should have put a penny in the snow for scale! That little trail between the mouseholes is only about 1-1/2 inches wide. Mouse tracks. Or Nisser.

I suspected you might like the mouse tracks. Very best wishes to you and the velvety Nino, too.

I imagine them all tucked in under a spaniel down comforter. Amy, is it possible we do not get out enough?