Good morning from the foggy hills

I arrived here day before yesterday, after a successful bending of time-space to close up shop at school and get most of my holiday erranding and shopping done.



This is the view from my bedroom in Mama Bear's house.




This morning the fog was beautifully settled on the cemetery, one of my favorite places for runs and walks.



This afternoon will be busy with last-minute shopping, baking, and wrapping presents. I am hoping to get the nieces to a movie later.

Just like that, the pace and feel of life has changed completely.

It's good to be here.