I've been awake since 4:30. The little Polar Cub woke me with his wet nose.
Decided to take down Christmas (and clean up wrapping paper. who does that? leaves the paper on the floor a week later? I guess we do).
I think Ern was sad to see the dying poinsettia go (no more nosin' through it, eating dead leaves).
Wish you were here.
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