Obviously I am not sentimental about rock, even tho this rock came from this land, collected by the previous owner.
He had a coal burning stove here, rather than a gas line which we put in later. The coal stove stunk up the place, despite all the air fresheners sprinkled about. He's lucky (we're lucky too!) that we overlooked the sour sooty smell and bought the place anyway.
I busied myself in the kitchen making biscotti. I've decided that this is a Christmas cookie, and make a different version every year. This one has cherries, apricots and almonds in the mix. I like a hard biscotti, which won't fall apart when dunked in coffee or tea. These meet my desired crunch.
And I've finished knitting my latest cardigan, blocked it and am waiting til it's dry. Hoping for the best.