We had a dramatic storm yesterday morning that apparently knocked out our heater when a power surge hit. We’ve got a call in to the repair folks, but until then are running space heaters, wrapping in blankets, and finding reasons to fire up the oven. Fortunately, Christmas allows us lots of excuses to bake.

Kathy’s very excited about whatever it is she’s come up with for me for Christmas. I’m normally pretty patient when it comes to waiting for such things, but Kathy’s enthusiasm has piqued my curiosity. I thought I had it all figured out yesterday, but evidently I would have failed out of the Father Brown Detective school; I had thought she was having someone to come in to work over the piano, but the A above middle C is just as out of tune as ever, so the mystery remains to be resolved…