Just home from our annual staff Christmas party. A very nice group of people, the food is fabulous and the place we hold it -- a private saloon -- is fun. But at this time in my life, a Friday evening is a time for putting up the feet, not putting on party shoes. I'm glad we went, but I'm gladder to be snug back home with a cup of tea and a cat.
Tomorrow morning Bruce will be getting out of bed at 4: 30 am in order to take camera and tripod down to the pond to take pictures of the lunar eclipse. Me -- I'll be applauding his gumption and enthusiasm from beneath the warmth of our down quilt.
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