Up at 5:00 am with
coffee and
Everything and the pretty
Christmas tree lights, the rest of the house dark and
quiet. There was a time when the idea of waking up before 10:00 am on the weekend would have been
blasphemy. Now I've joined the
privileged ranks of early-risers. This can either mean A) I'm getting old (my
parents roll out of bed at 3:00 am or something) or B) My body chemistry is changing; less
nicotine, more
St. John's Wort. Anyway, it's
Christmas Eve. My older daughter is in the requisite Christmas
pageant at
Church this evening - she's a
sheep and gets to
crawl down the main aisle at the end, which I think is the funnest part.
Peace.