A sparkly morning where long tendrils of sunshine stream through the windows, I am waxing poetic.

Julie and I are lounging around that blinged out tree.

We get the whole day to ourselves and I’ve seen Julie make a list for me: make Kona cookies and snacks, walk to post box, make snow paw angels, talk to Theodora and Penelope (these are my gal pals who live in Vancouver with Julie’s son), and have a bacon venison salmon burger supper to celebrate the day.