The eve of construction

The fridge is getting full of stuff, and I didn't even make most of it. It's growing more challenging each time you open the door to root among the towers of containers to find things. Luckily there's still a lot of snow, so one can bury items and hope they don't get discovered until the thaw.
We dug out the artificial tree obtained last season, and it towers in a corner of the living room. The cat was spooked, but that seems to be an increasingly state of his aging little mind. Catnip may or may not help.