Apparently, Daniel and I have been selected to be a Nielsen ratings family. I find this beyond hilarious. I'm not sure if we're actually going to do it, though. (I kind of like the idea. Daniel doesn't seem so enthused.)

I was going through some stuff stuck in the back of the closet today, and found a pile of Daniel's sweaters that we'd carefully packed away and forgotten about. They were a very welcome discovery, as it's cold here. (Relatively speaking. There's snow up in the hills right now. I can see it from my house.) I took a liking to one of the sweaters, tried it on, and was astonished to discover that it fit. Daniel pronounced that I look far better in it than he ever did, and now it's my sweater. I'm wearing it now. (It claims to be a size small. Color me dubious.)

There's something fun about wearing your husband's clothes.

Things aren't very eventful around here. I'm doing laundry. Reading C. J. Cherryh's Precursor. (It took me a while to get back into the whole world-view of that series, but now that I've done it, I'm engrossed. Cherryh's good.)