Barnstorming on an Invisible Segway

My Christmas Eve started at 3:15 a.m. with a sick pup. She's still not at anything like 100%. Fussfussfuss.

Christmas Eve is my holiday. Christmas Day after 9:00 a.m., I'm pretty much done -- I'm cheerful enough about going along with other people's celebrations, including my immediate family's, but the stuff I care about is over by the time the apple bread and cinnamon rolls get scarfed.

Fuss. Fussfuss.

Ista is mostly fine now, although she's still favoring her right hind leg.

markgritter, on the other hand, seems to have done something awful to his back.

We are the merriest Christmas lot in the world, let me tell you. This is where the phrase "relentless good cheer" comes into play.