Not Even a Mouse

The house is oddly sad and a bit too quiet. The three inhabitants wander in and amongst the Christmas spoils piled here and there on the floor, and the bright lights on the tree and the Christmas stick glow cheerily this cold evening. But it still seems very dull, very.... over. Two weeks with my parents passed much too quickly. Paul and I had breakfast and waved them both good-bye this very morning. But now I get to tell you all about what we've been up to for the past two weeks! Stay tuned for the "Ghost of Christmas Past" posts coming soon! For now I'll leave you with a cave trip report I had meant to post just before they arrived (below).