It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas.

Toasty inside.

Been disconnected from the blogosphere since Friday morning and the internet connection and land line issues weren’t solved until today.

A Christmas dinner in uptown Charlotte last night leaves me a tad under the weather today as the entrée wasn’t served until very late in the evening. It was a luxurious party that ended too late for this early-to-bed girl. Dancing? No. What kind of party is one without music and dancing?

There was a finch convention at my house before the rains came on Saturday. The entire variety panicked throughout the day.

We received an inch of rain.

Please pardon my strange fascination with raindrops on windows…

The clouds cleared this morning and gave way to sunshine.

The winds are damaging as I write this.

Two Boston Terriers need action.

I blew noises into the cardboard wrapping paper tube.

Boston ears perked.

Slid their favorite biscuit inside and clogged the two ends with wrapping tissue.

Rattled the tube.

Ooops. Forgot to switch camera to the “action” mode. Bella took the lead and ate the biscuit in about seven seconds.

Chloe gave her a good contest, but…

Sometimes I hate my sister. After all of that, I didn’t get the prize.

Make me feel better and put a bit of deli cheese in my chewie, will you please?

Monday and Tuesday will be my last two days of work before my FOURTEEN CONSECUTIVE DAYS OFF during the college break. Until that time, when I hope to have something "post worthy" to offer, my blogging will be quiet.

The giddy anticipation I feel about time off to rest often, watch the birds in daylight, clean the house a lot, and to do whatever I want is almost too much to comprehend. In a weird way, I really don’t want those days to begin as I am enjoying looking forward to them very much right now and knowing those days will fly by like a late morning dream.

I’m already worried about making the most of my days off and being productive.

Dammit.

The worrying needs to stop.