I'm pleased to be able to report, this Christmas Eve, that our George is back in the fold, minus three teeth but otherwise none the worse for wear. Well, he was not quite himself last night, a little slow on the uptake. But then who wouldn't be, after a day of anesthesia and surgery? He slept well, on our bed as usual. And we slept a lot better for knowing that he had survived his ordeal and was back home.
The prospect is for a busy day today, getting ready for the celebration. And for rain. We're caught between wishing for a good one, to test out the work that has been done in the past few days to prevent the flooding in our basement/studio; and wishing for a fine Christmas Day. Here at the beach in Southern California we don't expect it to be white and cold, but it's great to have a cool, crisp for a long walk along the shoreline.
It may well be that I miss my entry on The Buddha Diaries tomorrow, so here's my opportunity to wish everyone the best of all Christmases. May your days be merry, as the song says. And bright. Love and blessings...
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