Megan is better. They tried to send her home, tried to exaggerate her symptoms to some degree, but she toughed it out and made it to the afternoon practice, and is begging to eat pizza tonight. I hope that was all there was to it.
Puff is locked in the bathroom with "no-sorb" in a litterbox, the poor thing. I wonder how long she will wait to pee. I think she is starting to just get used to living in the bathroom. She actually seems pretty happy in there. There are no scary monsters, and she doesn't have to spend the whole day hiding under a couch.
So, Christmas was two days ago. I am such a scrooge this year. I have no emotion for the lights that hang all over the lawns, or the millions of lighted reindeer. Not even the white plywood mangers. Mostly I am just glad I never got too carried away, because there is less to take down next week. The tree is drying out, and I can't wait to get it out of the living room window. Is there no joy in Christmas without Santa? There used to be. I think it's the commercialism. After having kids and seeing the materialism, sometimes Santa seems to bring more greed to the holiday than charm.
On a lighter note, New Years Day is coming up. A fresh start for 2008? At least it has a nice ring to it.
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