Yuletide journal

I know I've said that it doesn't matter what the date is, and my mother will be happy to see me whatever the day I can finally travel away from Budehuc, but I can't help but be disappointed that I'm trapped here today. Friends are wonderful to have around, but it isn't the same without being able to see my only family. It's difficult to be cheerful and want to get together with people for dinner and such, especially with the added stress of this ice-storm problem.

I am worried about Kathy. I don't know if she's alone down at the stable, or if Melville is with her. I hope she has at least one extra hand to help look out for the horses. It's still dangerous footing, but I may try to slide down there to look in on her nonetheless.

Assuming I can make it down there and back in one piece, I shall light a candle tonight and perhaps...simply speak my prayers and wishes in solitude.