It is not exactly a sun rise

Everyone is asleep but Lord Kadizzle. The whole East side of Erin and Fran's house is one giant window facing the mountains and forest. Snow is coming down off and on, sometimes at a good pace. There is no sky, just a gray background. The whole scene has that Christmas card look with the snow on the trees. Last night Fran fired out an excellent prime rib cooked on the grill. The homemade horse radish sauce really drew it out. There were no fires or explosions, but just some serious good eating. After dinner the whole gang sat down to watch Dexter the serial killer. We got through two episodes, and will plow away again tonight. Erin continues to get better. We call the giant scar from top to bottom on her front side the zipper. She has been opened up a total of three times. Erin likes to say she might as well have a zipper. Right now she has twenty two stainless steel staples holding her together. Hopefully they will be out on Monday. Yesterday Erin was quite concerned part of the zipper was failing. The scar tissue made it appear that way, and we reassured her she was fine.