It was a busy weekend of odd repairs and not enough rest, but it's done.
And now we have a dog.
I know I said I wouldn't be posting this week, and I'm not -- except, of course, that I am, but that's what happens when you get a dog: all your plans for the weekend and ways of getting things done and furniture arrangements and everything else go right out the window.
We have a dog.
It would be a good day not to be at work.
Tomorrow, of course, is Christmas eve. I shan't be at work then. Neither Christmas day. That's not as restful a prospect as one might hope.
But we have a dog.
He's a good dog.