Rain

Temperatures above freezing, so that's okay. But we are heading back to bare ground, which is bad for critters that count on snow-cover for winter safety. How'd you like to be a snowshoe hare in your bright new winter coat, white standing out like a sore thumb to any passing hawk?

We'll do our traditional New Year at 0000 GMT tonight, tuning my 1941 shortwave radio to the BBC for the chimes of Big Ben. Whee! Haven't stayed up to midnight local to celebrate in maybe thirty years. Old fogeys.

Did two more chapters of the revisions this morning, up to page 104 in the manuscript. Alice is feeling gloomy, with music to match. Sibelius in this case, to be followed by the Brahms Requiem.

Real Radios glow in the dark

Well, the mighty Hallicrafters SX-28 has awakened once more from its dreams of ancient glory, pulling in the echoing tones of Big Ben from the BBC World Service.

Happy New Year, folks!