Thank the Gods It’s Over
Christmas Day at my sister-in-law’s house was VERY STRESSFUL. I’m so glad it’s over.
The drive to Morrisville wasn’t too bad, but the drive home was harder because traffic. The hard part was being in a new house with twenty people and trying to keep on the dog’s feeding/potty/sleep schedule. I think he was a little champ, considering. He continues to be sweet tempered, for the most part, except for teething which makes him chew everything.
Nevertheless, I richly enjoyed my birthday the next day, during which I got to sit on the couch and read William Gibson’s _Count Zero_ and then play with the puppy, capping off the evening by ordering in Thai and snuggling with husband and pup.
Rod got me a pair of fuzzy tarantula slippers; they are the best things ever. The dog thinks they’re an amusement park ride.
