I wrote a post earlier in the week, but it got zapped. Short version: Jane’s pinky fracture landed her a cast up to the elbow (pleasingly purple), and poor Wonderboy’s mouth continues to provide suspense. He doesn’t seem bothered by the injury, beyond needing me to cut up his sandwich into bites since his biting teeth are AWOL, but Scott and I are holding our breaths through the holiday and hoping we won’t have to make an ER run later today. (Updated at dinnertime: so far, so good. Hurrah!) I am afraid there may be an infection brewing up there. No fever, so we’re holding steady for now.
But enough of that. We had a wonderful day yesterday—a Christmas Eve drive to the mountains for apple pie—and we’ve had a lovely Christmas morning. It’s time to go put on our holiday finery for Mass, but before I go, I wanted to write a quick note to wish all of you dear Bonny Glen readers and your families a day full of joy. God bless you, every one!
Detail from Nativity (Holy
Night), Correggio, 1528-30. Web Gallery of Art.
Just another day on the trail.
On the Third Day of Christmas…
Breakfast of Champions
Camels and Elephants
Pull Up a Stool and I’ll Tell You a Tale