Frequent readers (hi Dad) may recall that December 23rd is a bit of an issue for me. It is usually the breaking point of the self-induced holiday hoopla, and consequently the single most likely day of the year for my head to fall off. This year, I have a personal campaign of positive thoughts to make December 23rd a good day, at least a normal day, at best a calm, peaceful, centered day.
Only two months to go. I have a team of doctors working ’round the clock on this effort, and have enlisted the help of my dog, who is also a helpful sort of gal.
First of all, she has been working on exorcising my inner grinch, which is symbolized by this stuffed grinchy toy. In his June photo, he still had a mischievous look on his face:
Kenzie has been working him over, and showing him who is boss. This must be helpful to me in some subconscious way. I like how he appears to be waving his little grinchy hand to say “uncle, already!”:
After many months, he lost his santa hat (but, sure, not his head), and has sustained a small rip in his leg, which he claims is just a flesh wound…
I think he is a goner, and I am going to be just fine.