In these last days of the year,
though we're not exactly rolling in dough,
we always have enough bread
(thanks to Pierre)
and plenty of amusements with which to occupy our time,
such as the traditional double-page Christmas crossword
to keep us from being totally clueless,
(or the Keith Richards autobiography
which I enjoy reading during a hot soak in our deep, old-fashioned bath tub--
no picture available).
There's plenty of snow to be shovelled,
or to observe being shovelled
(here we see my neighbour across the street in action).
There are always stacks of work or play waiting upstairs for me in my studio
as illustrated (pardon the pun)
by this pile of cartoon maxims ready for paint.