No, this isn't our house but it could be on our street, where a few ambitious neighbors go all out at Christmas. The Colorado weather was bright, cold and dry, so Seattle's dark dampness felt like a chilly wet blanket when we left the airport terminal last night. Never mind-- after a day of trudging down concourses and flying in crowded planes, driving those last few blocks felt like heaven. And it seemed like Christmas popped up on our street while I was gone. I was thinking how much fun it will be taking Nova out for evening walks to see the lights. Then I realized our house doesn't have a single decoration up, tree bought, card addressed, package wrapped or box packed. Time to get busy around here. But first, there's a mighty pile of laundry with my name on it:
(Just because you know how to build airplanes, doesn't mean you can operate a washing machine ;-)
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