Dave put our Christmas tree up Monday night. It was one of the last ones available where we get our tree down the road but turns out to be quite cute. It adds a touch of elegance next to our once-nice-ripped-to-shreds-sofa. I guess we are going for the shabby chic look this year. It makes me want to hurt my dog. Don’t worry. My dog is the most spoiled being on the planet. She lives in luxury only worrying about on which plush service she will sleep.
I started reading Jack, A Life of C.S. Lewis by George Sayer. Very good so far.