December 24th, 2006

intense

not the way it should start

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.