...has arrived! So has my friend, from her high mountain home. She has not yet emerged from the downstairs bedroom though I have turned on the heat, which is rather loud in that room as it huffs and chuffs through the vents, and I have strutted about overhead making breakfast, where the carpetting absorbs the footfalls, but not the unavoidable clatter of pans and such. I've made a much bigger pot of coffee than usual, and twice as much oatmeal. The morning is bright and shining, temps outside... Sign in to see full entry.