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There are snowflakes drifting past my new, more air-tight windows. Boo snowflakes, yay windows. There is leftover oyster soup in the fridge, and I baked soft pretzels last night, so we're cozy.

Still no word from Salvage Guy. He's given me too much time to save up things to say to him when he does finally call.

By got stuff done in the shop this weekend, which makes working in there easier. He also got a bench set up for me in the greenhouse, so now I've got a potting bench. And he started rearranging/sorting/putting up shelves in the family room, so maybe soon that room will be something besides a heap.

Less progress on my Yule projects. I've got a couple hours' knitting in the Sooper Sekrit Socks, if I can make myself focus, and I still need to knit the flowerrs that go on the mother-in-law socks. *And*...I've got a couple of doll sweaters to do in the next week. Hopefully they'll both sell.

Adventures in parenting

The Miss has discovered cooking. In her case, "cooking" usually consists of piling some smallish toys in a container, stirring it, and declaring it soup.

They have a new game today. The Miss was perched on top of their full basket of toys when The Bug dumped the whole business, sister and all. They both thought this was great fun.

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Two diaper changes, two bottles, multiple trips to tuck him in, but The Bug still Will. Not. Nap. Dammit.

I have managed to finish the Sooper Sekrit Socks. I've got another project ready to start, but that involves going out where The Bug can see/hear me, and them there's no hope of him settling down, ever.

And he's wailing again, which must mean he's bored and on to the binky-tossing game. Argh.

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Just 'cuz I was curious, I went back through this motnh's entries to see when we last talked to or saw Salvage Guy. Looks like By last talked to him on the 10th, and he was last here on the 8th. Which definitely counts as AWOL. Putz.