Santa is always here, too, on Christmas Eve. He rides around on a big, red fire truck.
Then, I picked up the mail from yesterday, and from Jane in Granada, is an envelope. Yay. Enclosed is a postcard of Granada, and a note, "In the Alhambra a tale of hair. At night I dream of hair. A comb for you someday soon." And she encloses a comb for my soon-to-be flowing locks of hair. She also encloses two dried yellow flowers. It is definitely a big hare, hair, and flower day. I hope bunnies are hopping around you with arms held open for hugs, and a confetti toss of love.
I notice the time on this shows 8:25. It really was 10:25. I remember now I was going to post earlier, and then, scurried about. The time stayed the same, so, if you check the time on postings, that is what is up with this one.