Doctored.

Noël has come and gone. There is now Dahlia Bakery brioche doughnuts about to be deep fried in my kitchen. Also, piles and piles of wrapping paper on our floor still. I am slightly exhausted, but not at all. I'll probably just put Bon Iver on repeat and maybe fall asleep on the rug after this stint of baking.
We watched Doctor Who last night. I only cried a little. I sobbed later in my dreams. I will never get over the Karen Gillan/Matt Smith/Arthur Darvill trio. Never. Even when they're gone.

I suppose I will go and toss pastries in cinnamon and sugar and make ten thousand cups of tea.
It's still snowing here.