In response to popular demand, here it is.
It’s a little shorter than our usual catch, but it’s much more full and, I think, pretty than trees past. It is, as of this moment, still naked. Mr. Chili is doing his annual dreading of the lights, but he’s brought all the boxes up and I have faith that he’ll cave in and put them up today.
I’m not feeling all that great. I woke up with a disagreeable midsection, so I’m taking it easy. It’s a perfect day for it, too; rainy and cold and bleh. Here’s hoping an afternoon on the couch, augmented by lots of crackers and tea, will put me right by tomorrow.