It's been a while.

I've done a bad job at writing lately. I'm not sure why. Maybe because since breaking my no-list streak I've been spending more time on to-do lists than this stuff. Or maybe because we've been busy hunting for free firewood, chopping and moving said firewood, getting more chickens, working, thinking up rugby workouts, eating ice cream, drinking beer, playing fetch with the dogs, watching way too much 24, finally seeing more of our friends, puttering in the yard but not actually getting anything done, seeing my family, seeing Molly's family, cleaning out e-mails, messing up the house, building fires, making dinner, talking to old friends, reading, spraying the cat with vinegar and water. That sort of stuff. But, in doing it all, the season seems like it's flying by. Maybe after we charge the camera I can do a picture update of where we are with everything, what we've been up to for the past month. We'll see. For now, it's been enough that we have some balmy wet days and crisp sunny days. We've been lucky for the past couple weeks. And it's the holidays. Lake City is full of lights and woodsmoke and wreaths and always the lights and sirens. Charlie is getting less shy about howling in front of us now. An engine passed us on our walk to the field and he cried along with it, on his leash, on the street. It's that sort of winter.