I am just now climbing out of the turkey induced coma of the last week in which there were lots of naps and a sugary stupor good for nothing but watching TV. Did manage to get up my tree once I was settled in at home and all attendant wreathes and garlands. I'm amazed some of the glass balls survived another year of storage, though I'm sure the cats will make fast work of them.
Just discovered this artist, thanks to Brandi, and ordered some notecards and a little book. Also, in the mail, The Radish King, which I can't wait to read...
