Could it be a white Christmas?

It's colder than a witch's tit out there. But we finally got some snow.
Chico the Wonder Pup took a run across the driveway but found out he couldn't do the sudden stops like he used to without sliding. I can't wait to see what he does when it starts drifting.

We're supposed to go see my grandmother today for the prefunctory Christmas visit. And we have no gift. bleh.

I'm being a good little writer. Really I am. Getting myself psyched about this novel. And after having discovered the many bells and whistles of this blog site, it looks like I could set up an additional yet separate blog for the novel. And if it works like I hope, it'll help stir up things in my brain for writing.

Oh thank you Noelle for showing me blogger.com!