Three of the four candles are burned low in the Advent wreath. The fourth stands at full height, unlit.
Three lumps of coal in the stocking for me — I’ve been writing too much about politics of late and who…
My big toe is sore, which makes it official. I now hurt from one end to the other.
Oscar, who is not yet two, is already asleep. He was awake by 5:30, and danced his way through the ribbons and tissue paper and torn wrapping all morning. Until enough was enough and down he went for an early nap.