Packages

...are in the mail (or, technically, in the UPS trucks). Whatever else I have for people is wrapped up and ready to go.

Whew.

Christmas cards, this weekend...sometime...maybe.

Sparky came home from school quite upset about something, but he won't tell us what's going on. Beast thinks it's potentially "girl-related." I'm trying to forget about it in hopes that he'll spill if I don't nag.

And, to make his day better--tho' I haven't framed it this way to him--I think we're going to lose a guinea pig soon. Cinnamon has had several more seizures and seems to be losing muscle control on his right side. He's not eating or drinking anything, either. We're taking them both to the vet soon, ostensibly for nail-trimming.

Ho-ho-ho.