December 25, 2007
Woke up to a bitter wind. Took the dogs up the road and of course, they were as happy as if it was Christmas Day.

Wonderful day at home. Deena and Frank came out, as did James and Aaron Radina and Grandma Betty. I made pancakes and we solved life, gave gifts and played games and went out to take a gander at the chickens (who got all of the leftover pancakes).

Piddled in the studio, read the Schulz bio (Man, that guy's life has some strong parallels to my own) and, mainly, just snuggled in.

"Every day is Christmas Day to a dog."
—Ray Bradbury