I’m a pretty simple guy when it comes to breakfast – a little juice, a little cereal, some coffee to go. But around the holidays, when there’s leftover Christmas Cake, all bets are off.

Replaced the Mrs. phone, some of the other options were interesting. Or just unavailable.

Even the dogs get a little something on Christmas morning. Of course, who is giving these gifts is a bit of a mystery at times …

I am not a baker, the Mrs. is the expert in that field. Giver her some flour and a few other ingredients and the kitchen will smell amazing in a few hours time.

But once a year, I pull the Crisco out of the cabinets and fire up the Kitchen Aid – since I was a little kid, we have always had my Grandma Johnson’s Christmas Cake. After she passed, we found the recipe and now my siblings and I all make it at this time of the year.

After 20 years of service, our Kirby had a part failure this week.

Spare carts wait outside a shop as the holiday season hits the frenzied point.

The Mrs. and I managed to get out of the house and go see a movie (Green Book, worth the time). Earlier, at the college, new signage is going in and it looks pretty sweet.