Christmas Eve

Thanks to all of you who wished for health and comfort for the Ista-bop; she had a quiet evening and was made much of, and she got her antibiotic pill in some cheese and got to sleep on markgritter's fleece. I expect she'll be perking along today.

Those of you who've known me for awhile may remember that Christmas Eve is my holiday, the holiday of choice for me, the one that has to be observed on the proper day. Fairly soon it will all begin. We've had to shift a few things to account for the health and age of various family members, but all the right elements are here and waiting, and I have promising theories about lunch with my father (which is one of the things that's shifted: lunch rather than snack). I hope you all have a wonderful day. I certainly intend to.