Bliss

This is dinner. Hot chocolate with mom's homemade marshmallows. It's icy and gloomy outside, the fireplace is glowing, and the white Christmas lights just came on because the photocell told them it was dark enough. Tim left me with an entire 1 liter bottle of Thomas Hooker Liberator Doppelbock before he went out to play cards with friends. I have complete control of the Mac. Umm, no... I still don't have any word processing software downloaded to the laptop yet. Methinks a download from Openoffice.org may be in order soon. But in the meantime I can work in peace on some fanfic that's long languished. And I'm actually getting somewhere. Well into Chapter 7.