Carol, know any carols? Now that I've plopped myself down on these cushions by the fire I don't intend to move for a while. I can reach the kettles I've got over the fire from here, one a pot of mulled cider - the other a big kettle of tortellini en Brodo Should be ready soon. Meanwhile I'll just keep working on these baby afghans for Brendan and Patrick.

Away in a manger, no crib for a bed...