Home again, home again, jiggidy jig.

 Sort of sick by the time I finally got home yesterday. So no blog this morning (I usually write the night before). Slept fine though, and it probably was just fatigue from travel.

This morning there's heavy fog, but no rain. While I was gone, Black Mountain apparently got a lot of rain, which it needed. In Tampa FL we had off and on light showers a few days. There were many coastal floods from the previous weekend's deluge which hit...just heavy rain and wind, but some Gulfport boats were flung ashore and are now stranded.

Here's my daughter-in-law selling Moonlit Macarons in Gulfport the weekend after the storm.  All is well in the center of the little town.

And here I am with my own bunch. Doug (ex-hubby) me, William, Cayenne and my son Marty. Becker in front row is the service dog at Freedom Plaza, a senior apartment building in Sun City Center, FL

There are more photos to come...

Here's something I like...though of course the big celebration is over.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘀.

"Santas" of Northern Russia: on very left, Yamal Iri, the "White Elder" of the Yamal Peninsula, belonging to the indigenous Nentsi people; Second from the left is Russian Ded Moroz himself; Third from the left Chyskhaan, the "Bull Man" of the Sakha people of Yakutia, in Northern Siberia; next one, the lady, is Tugeni Eneken, "Mother Winter", of the Evenki and other tundra nomads; after her is the visiting official Santa Claus of Finland; and then Pokkaine, the youngish "Santa" of the ethnic Karelian people.

Photo: Vladimir Sevrinovsk posted to Facebook Dec 25, 2020

Have a great day...in this mid-time between Christmas and New Years.