It’s 18 degrees and sunny here, with light winds of about 13MPH.

Absolutely blissful.  I’m drinking my tiny mug off eggnog and coffee, trying to come up with a clever new name for that particular shade of almost-solstice blue.

Or I was, until the Babb Taliban invaded my living room.

I may or may not be married to this scary man.

Who just shattered my peaceful morning as he roared across the Mirror on his dad’s snow mobile.

Ah, Monday.

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