Happy last day of Chanukah.  It was one bright week in an otherwise bleak year.  Here are last night’s eight lights burning down, a normal erev Shabbat table, and sautéd fresh veggies Italian style.

It’s cold outside, but without the photo appeal of a monster blizzard like the one up north.  Which is fine with me; the novelty of being frozen without power wears off after a few decades of it.  One of the few saner aspects of the south is winter, merely an interlude between summers, when you plan your spring plantings.