It's a beautiful day. Below zero cold, but beautiful -- light blue sky above the new snow that has drifted in places in beautiful symmetry. Maya didn't even want to go out. She knew with the precision of her cat sense that it'd be too damn cold outside. We saw no one, not even a crow.
M and I went to P&M's last night and it was tolerable. P was somewhat sulky and feeling sorry for herself but she kept her nastiness under control. She went after me a bit at the end of the night, but I was in better shape than she was and deflected her accusatory words quite easily. She's got nothin' on me.
I brought over the bottle of wine L&J had given me in early December but that I couldn't open, and M opened it for me. I gladly shared it with whoever asked, even tho I knew they wouldn't like it. They were drinking that pink stuff out of a box in the fridge, and this was a nice French red at gasp room temperature. M did admit he prefers that kind of wine with pasta. Whatever.
I was glad M came with us. I don't think she went out after we got home around 11. She told me St wasn't allowed to drive anywhere as her dad was worried about drunks on the road. They spoke to each other now and then but M never went over there and I was honestly just as glad she didn't. She seems to be improving somewhat but she isn't better.
We are supposed to go to the dV's for dinner today and I sure am hoping that means early evening and not mid-day meal dinner. Otherwise I am going to have to get in rapid gear and get that mousse made. I made the crust yesterday afternoon. It was pleasant to sit grinding up Oreos into my big blue bowl.
I didn't let Inca in my room last night. It was late and I was tired and no way was I gonna deal with cat nonsense. She was quite indignant this morning, as only a cat can be.
It really is beautiful outside.
I watched the New Year's fireworks in Sydney AU yesterday afternoon and they were so beautiful. Really impressive. My New Year's blog made the home page of Open Salon again. 3 out of 4 of my pieces are 'Editor's Picks'. Nice. I really haven't anything to write about lately, tho those open calls always prompt me to respond somehow. It's like an assignment and I was always game for writing assignments, I never know what is going to pop into my head but something always does.
I didn't hear the church bells at midnight but I may have dozed off by then. I didn't even read when I went to bed.
I made a nice supper of venison sausage, onions, carrots, and potatoes. I baked M some carrots but she turned up her nose at them. Bitch.
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