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  • Well, actually, it's already risen, but I was able to complete my wrappings, so now all that's left to do is to stuff the stockings on Christmas Eve. Meanwhile, the village of Smithville has endured the exploration of Sabrina the giant cat just a little worse for the experience. Traffic was held up by some needles falling onto the roadway, and a pair of skaters was knocked over by the tremors as the giant feline prowled beneath the lights.

    Enjoying my Sunday, just relaxing after a bit of stocking stuffer shopping and finishing up on the ribbons and bows. My body keeps wanting me to exercise, but today is my day off, so it will have to be satisfied with whatever incidental movements come along. After all, I do get up to pour my own coffee, and have even ventured out to take the trash to the collection can. And we can't forget Olivia, who always seems to need my attention just as I get comfortable.

    There's a poem in there somewhere, but I just can't seem to get motivated to write one.

    Oh well, tomorrow is another day. Arms and Shoulders, a Christmas party at the Civic Center, and a morning trip to the hospital for a fasting blood test. Just a second look at something, nothing to be alarmed about. My only concern is having nothing to eat for 12 hours before, which means nothing after 8 pm. Throws me off schedule a bit, but I can handle it.

    Think I'll go check on the Dallas – Green Bay game and see who is winning. My Raiders are in the basement this season and have no chance of getting to the playoffs, but as every die hard fan says, there's always next year...or the year after.

    1st Corinthians 12 tomorrow or Tuesday, depending on the schedule tomorrow. Looks like the next two weeks will be very busy. Snow? Hmmm. We have plenty at the moment, thank you. A light dusting on Christmas Eve would be nice, but let's not go overboard, shall we? Mother nature seems to like it, but she doesn't have to shovel it.

    I hope you are having a blessed and glorious day of rest.

    Fred
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