Before dawn, that soft blue hour where the night is still holding on, a fox crossed the back. Just a quick appearance. A flicker of movement. Red against the cold dark. No drama, no sound, just a quiet reminder that the day was already awake before I was.

It felt like a little benediction. A blink and you miss it moment. The kind of thing that does not ask to be photographed or posted in real time. It just happens, and then it is gone.

Later, while the gang was watching holiday TV not six feet away, Flying V made a pass too. One of our favorite chunky skunks, just casually strolling past the camera like it was nothing at all. Two wild check ins in less than a morning. The outside world doing its thing, right up against the glass.

Coffee came later. Light came later. But the fox and Flying V felt like the real start of the day.

Not much happened, so we made some things up

Today I learned that gold is now far more valuable than platinum. So much for those old d&d exchange rates. (Back when 1 platinum = 10 gold )

Wandered out into the early chill this morning, the sky just starting to glow like someone whispering warm light under a blanket. We were lacing up our shoes, ready to head out the door, when the ’rents called to say they’d be down in five minutes to drop some things off. We nodded, said sure, no problem. Those five minutes stretched out in that special parental way, but eventually they did arrive, arms full of a few wreaths they wanted to pass along. After a quick chat and a wave, we finally set off on our mission for stocking stuffers and seasonal sparkle.

En route, we enjoyed seeing Little Brushy and family’s slopes covered with some lovely white snow highlights. First stop: Five Below,  rows of bright colors and soft textures, tiny gadgets making hopeful beeps, candies wrapped like they’re ready to march in their own parade. Picked up a handful of stocking stuffers that promise increased blood sugar and good holiday cheer. It’s funny how simple things can warm you right through, like the retail equivalent of a friendly cat brushing against your leg.

Then we drifted over toward @sycamore.station , that reliable little oasis that always feels like a local secret even when it’s not. A few bits of holiday decor caught my eye, the sort that make a room feel like it’s humming with quiet seasonal magic. Nothing fancy. Just right. A little wreath, a framed holiday scene.

Breakfast was the triumphant finale. Warm food on a cold morning feels like a spell for the soul. Coffee drifting steam into the air, plates arriving like tiny celebrations. Sitting by the window watching people shuffle in with coats and sleepy faces, I felt that gentle affection for this city and its rhythms. Roanoke has a way of turning simple errands into small stories, and today’s chapter felt soft around the edges, glittering a little at the corners.

Heading home now with bags full of bright trinkets and a heart feeling two sizes lighter and larger at the same time. A good morning. A small holiday adventure, enjoying our mountains and our little city, one cozy errand at a time.

Snow Tomorrow, Friends

Hello from your local wandering fuzzball, reporting from the valley as we all shuffle toward another round of snow tomorrow. The mountains already look like they have pulled their blankets up to their chins, and the sky is practicing that soft winter hush that feels like someone turned the volume knob down on the whole world.

I stepped outside for a moment tonight and the air had that crisp snap that says snow is already peeking around the corner. The trees were standing very still, like they were waiting for the first sprinkle of white to give them new outfits. Even the little critters seemed to sense something was coming, scurrying with purpose as if they were checking off tiny to-do lists.

Tomorrow should bring a fresh coat of powder across our favorite blue hills and hollers. I will be out there blinking in the cold morning light, greeting the day like a happy little snow creature myself. If I spot anything delightful in the drifts, I will report back with enthusiasm and probably too many exclamation points.

Stay warm, dear neighbors. Snow day magic is almost here.

#doodle #roanokeva #snowday

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Extremely early development, building a Roanoke VA Adventure, basic walk around and combat, some mood lighting,  magic items and local legends

Ingredients

36 wonton wrappers

1 1/2 cups cooked, shredded veggie chicken

3 oz cream cheese, softened

1/3 cup buffalo wing sauce

1/2 cup shredded cheddar cheese

Crumbled blue cheese (for topping)

Thinly sliced green onions (for topping)


Instructions

1. Preheat oven to 350°F. Grease a mini muffin pan. Press a wonton wrapper into each cup and lightly spray with nonstick spray.

2. In a bowl, mix together the shredded chicken, cream cheese, cheddar cheese, and buffalo wing sauce until well combined.

3. Spoon the mixture evenly into each wonton cup.

4. Bake for 10–12 minutes, or until the wonton edges are golden brown.

5. Remove from the oven, let cool slightly, then top with crumbled blue cheese and green onions. Serve warm.


Yield & Time
Makes about 36 cups

Prep time: ~5 minutes
Cook time: ~10 minutes
Total time: ~15 minutes

The preset robots yesterday left a little bundle of tiny wonders on my doorstep, each wrapped in pixels and time. I gathered them up this morning like a handful of postcards from the backyard spirits – an assortment of videos, brief and lovely.

First came the deer, a small traveling band of three or four, drifting through the yard with that quiet authority wild creatures carry. They didn’t hurry. They didn’t need to. They paused here and there, heads lifting, ears flicking, moving like they owned the place. I love how they seem to know the routes that were carved long before our fences and porches arrived, and they follow them still, soft hooves on winter ground.

Then the time-lapse clips… little spells cast to reveal how the sky decided to fold more snow over us. Watching the flakes stack themselves into a slow-motion blanket, sped up just enough to see the logic of it, felt a bit like peeking behind the curtain of weather itself. Hours became seconds. A quiet snowfall became choreography.

What really struck me was how bright it all was. The snow reflected so much light that the night footage looked like mid-morning. The cameras, confused but determined, did its best to adjust, but even then some lights flared like tiny suns, sparking over the pale ground. It gave the whole thing an enchanted quality.  Winter has its own idea of how the world should look, and the camera simply agreed.

Winter is showing off again, and the deer being comfortable enough to stroll through the middle of it.

#roanokeva #deer #time-lapse #backyardzoo #snowday

A somewhat tousled skunk visited this morning before dawn. Longer stripes than Flying V, maybe we’ll call this one Capital V?

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Roanoke Asteroids, built for playing on phone

As always, still in beta, but just added sounds (with a toggle)

Snow in Roanoke Today

Snow slipped into Roanoke this morning
quiet as a neighbor sneaking into the garage
to secretly return something they borrowed long ago.
Just a thin sift at first,
dusting rooftops, railings, the tops of parked cars
like powdered sugar on a chilled city.

By midday it thickened into soft curtains,
the kind that hush the world
and make even the usual traffic sounds
feel shy and far away.
I watched flakes drift past the window
in their slow winter dance,
each one deciding its own path,
none in a hurry.

The mountains wore the snow easily,
as if they had been waiting for it,
and Mill Mountain looked
like someone had tucked it in
with a fresh quilt.

Later, walking outside,
the air tasted like cold chalk and cloudwater.
Footprints appeared and faded,
birds hopped with the confusion of tiny librarians
whose books had all been refiled.

Roanoke felt softer today,
like the city had paused for a long breath,
and invited the rest of us
to breathe with it.

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