The noises of the winter morning float around me. The ticking as the woodstove warms up, hissing and huffing from Mr. Krups as he finishes making the cofffee, and the devilish wind roaring over the house. Most pleasing is the sound of a happy baby hanging out and the other two playing nicely together.

The internet connection seems a little wonky (the wife's term) this morning, so I got Powerline, but not Instapundit, Dean's World but not Hugh Hewitt. Sigh.

Probably post more later, when the packets align themselves in my favor. Off to post the various inquiries for the Rockwell site.