A team effort on the traditional Grandma Johnson Christmas Cake – I did the dough, the Mrs. did the rolling with much more folding, giving us a much flakier cake.

Mmmmmm ….

Last run to the supermarket before the holidays, momentary flashbacks to the 1970s for me.

Out in the back woods are a bunch of old railroad ties, not sure if this was to connect them together or to deal with a split.

I’ll admit, I didn’t rent enough movies here. Selection was fine, prices were great. Lifestyle changes kept me out of here.

That’s a lot of paint.

Going to be a long time before they’re done.

Duncan, who four years ago we figured would only be with us for a few months, started having tremors mid-morning. He’s hypoglycemic so we’re feeding him every four hours as it is. He was a little past his feeding time when I checked on him.

He ate his kibble and the Mrs. put a little corn syrup on his lips, the tremors eased but didn’t stop so we took him over to the vet.

A few hours later, we picked him up … he was fine for them, nothing turned up.

I think he just wanted a treat from the vet.