Christmas was far from relaxing, I’m afraid. Rico got a kidney stone on the 23rd and had to be euthanized. I stayed up with him all night, then wrestled him into the car first thing on the 24th to go to the vet. When they told me how bad it was, I turned into a sobbing machine and spent the rest of the day hysterical — and cooking for the 10 person dinner party I was throwing that night.

The party was pretty good, the wine helped. I had the neighbors and their kids over, Elmer (one of the older neighbors on the street), my mom plus Molly and her daughter. Did the family thang on christmas day.

The past few days have been flood-control here at the farmstead. The basement sprung a leek on Wednesday morning and we’ve been scrabling to get everything up on stilts. I think it is okay now, so the next week will be interesting. I am still in my bathrobe today! Decided to take it a little easy since I’ve been goign non-stop for way too many days. Phew..