Our outside Christmas tree (the top of a cedar that fell over in the last windstorm) sags under the weight of thin ice on its supple branches. And our three(!) cats slink around downstairs waiting for us to be looking away so they can jump up onto the kitchen table.

It is a delightful day to be at home.

The biggest not-news here is the not-yet birth of our first granddaughter. Lee and Nicole live one house up the road from us and when Tom and I jogged by this morning at 0700 Lee’s car was gone. To the hospital? Lee and Nicole don’t usually get up early. Of course it could be something else– Lee starting work early at the Cooperative Extension Farm so he can get home to be with Nicole. Or even that Lee’s possible positive Covid test yesterday means that he is sleeping at the house in Pierrepont that he is renovating to become a cidery. Many possibilities.

But just in case, I am charging up my cell phone. And more than the usual amount of my brain is alert to the sound of a phone call or text.

It will be a good day to stay home, clean up any number of places that need cleaning, and enjoy the quiet of a day off.