Cold afternoon but sun shining on the yard, trashed end-of-year garden, dead leaves, scraggly branches. The camilla bush has already had a few blooms.
Off to freeze my face off with the dog in tow. He has no opinion about the weather. He'll take anything if there are occasional squirrels to chase and a ball to retrieve.
Tonight a birthday party in a Moroccan restaurant with belly dancers. Going with Clark, my gay husband.
I may do a bit of this on the table for the birthday girl.