Yorkie Bernice has been a little gimpy since the weather turned cold, so we hauled her to the vet yesterday. (Fortunately, at 12 pounds, she’s an easy-loader.) She’s on medicine and lo and behold, she’s already better, which is a weight off my mind, I can tell you.
I’m writing again, no small feat after a trip away from home, and Christmas is springing up all over the place. The tree is lit and decorated–I have always loved Christmas trees. (Maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to shiny things the rest of the time. )
There’s a little skiff of snow on the ground this morning–I woke up late (again) and am still on my first cup of coffee. Bought myself a thing called a “dawn-simulator”, not nearly as fancy or high tech as it sounds. It’s basically a rather large alarm clock with a set of LED lights in it, and it gradually brightens when it reaches the time you’ve set–I’m sure it’s known around here, on the QT, of course, as “Linda’s latest wacky gadget”–but I think it might help take the edge off those winter blues that tend to sneak up on me. This year, I’m determined to do everything I can to stay happy and well–vitamins, exercise, the D.I.E.T., etc.
Speaking of the D.I.E.T., even though I certainly enjoyed the food and wine in Vegas, I’m awfully glad to be back on my regular plan. My jeans still fit, right out of the dryer, so I figure I did okay.
I’m headed back to Parable, to hang out with Hutch and Kendra and the rest of the outfit. It’s a tough job, but somebody has to do it.
Have a good day.