Week 11: Not even a mouse...

"Twas the night before Christmas

when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring

not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung

by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there...."

Santa said I was a good boy this year. I kept my nose clean and stayed out of trouble; with everyone. He rewarded me!

It's Christmas eve, Bing is singing through Alexa, my glass has ice and Monkey Shoulder in it (Scotch Whisky) and it is 5:30pm. It's "damn" cold out there tonight. That's where the whisky steps in. But, out I will go.

My first night, when I whip out my "Big Ten Inch" telescope viewing on the patio. Think of the Aerosmith song and you will get the meaning!

Let me know what you think of my "Black Beauty"!

Yes, I have other hobbies!