Fortunately, there was room at the inn...

Came home to North Carolina to visit my family, only to discover for the first time in the last three decades or so, there was forecast heavy (well, heavy for here) snow for eastern NC for Christmas. Contemplating the idea of being snowed in with my family, I promptly took the coward's way out and ran for the hills. Or Chapel Hill, at any rate.

Now, of course, there is no snow, at least as of yet. But I am safe, fed, not broiling to death in Jacksonville, and neither tears nor blood among my family had to be shed. Gonna count it as a win, listen to the Hogfather audiobook and knit like the wind. Merry Christmas, y'all!