Christmas quietness this year until we got buried but no one's giving up. Especially not Icky. This week we're all Ickys, enjoying what we can. And starting Thursday, we hope the airport folks let us leave for Baja, Mexico where we're going for a short stay, after we dig our car out, after the plows come, after Jim gets over whatever attacked his stomach, after we find our passports, bathing suits, sandals somewhere here under all this down, wool and snow boots. Happy almost new year!