Nick's Journal: Midwinter

Everything is in order for the upcoming visit. Dmitri has shanghaied his young priest into helping out with the children if needed. I have made sure that the Mansion will fit in the courtyard, have locked, Wizard Locked, and Wyvern-spelled the basement door, since putting the chemicals out of reach is no longer possible. Rugs have been taken out and beaten thoroughly, the guest rooms have all been aired out. Brandon's food supplies and Laurie and Mikhael's alcohol have been delivered and are being stored. Basically, everything is in order for the rest of the Company's arrival tomorrow.

Except, of course, that the Gods of Weather are apparently displeased, and it's been snowing since yesterday. Also, Tatjana's morning sickness has been worse, though she assures me she will be fine while everyone is here. I haven't yet relayed Mikhael's comment about teenagers to her. I fear it would be poorly received.

I still haven't heard from Gideon and Cassia, nor from Simon, though I never expected to hear from the latter and I expect the former are busy. I've planned for them, anyway, though Laurie's horde will make it difficult to notice any missing bodies fill the place.

Ah, yes. Firewood. Well, we've quite a stockpile set aside. And I'll make sure Mikhael is greeted with hot mulled wine to stave off his bitching about the weather.