It’s ludicrously cold this week, and the robins eating our berries are fatter than ever.

I’ve been coping with the chilly weather by knitting hats for holiday gifts. This particular hat is definitely not for Dulcinea.

The storms came through and made everything beautiful. We had brunch at Chautauqua’s old dining hall, arriving in the morning fog. When we emerged after drinking several cups of chai, the fog had lifted and the Flatirons looked like this:

At home, I made Glühwein with extra cinnamon…

…knitted a tower of holiday gifts…

…and opened a mysterious present!

Dulcinea says, “Happy Holidays, Everyone! See you in January!”

Snowy and Mithril say, “Bah, Humbug!”