We are home now, safe and sound from a lovely evening out, dinner with a friend and then the now traditional (in the 'dear god, what will we do when/if they stop') Scrimshaw New Years Eve Comedy Show. It's cold as a witches teat out there, and my legs are still warming up, but I'm cozy on our new couch with the kitty at my feet and flannel jammies
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