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 It's getting cold out.  I'm out of firewood.  Man we burn through that stuff quickly.  

I started following Tok-tok.  I really like it.  I guess it's been a couple years.  I mostly follow art pages and book pages (book Tok) but there are some really great random funny things there and I find a few tidbits every day to share with Angie that she ignores because she refuses one general principle to add one more time-wasting social media site to her list.

Emma came by for dinner.  It's nice having her home.  Eli adores her and it's fun to watch them play, and of course I love having her in the house to talk to (or talk at, if she's absorbed by her phone).  It makes me wonder when "home" stops being your parent's house.  For me it was after I moved away for college and the moved back after it was over.  The transition was easy:  they sold the house and moved to another one.  The next house they built was never 'mine'.  There were no memories in it.  It makes me a little sad.  She has a house that she rents with some classmates in Pittsburgh.  She spends less time here.  It's understandable but sad.  When will this house stop feeling like her house and start feeling like "Dad and Angie's house".  Hopefully not yet.  

Elliott said, "I'm glad you're here."  His vocabulary and speech is crazy.  I think I just forgot how smart kids are and how quickly they pick things up at his age.

"Mama, can you come join us on the carpet?" is how he asks Angie to come play with us.  It's nuts.