Three days of non stop celebration has been fun but I woke
up this morning determined to put away the Christmas mess and
get the tree down and put away.

Rex is traumatized. Last night when Sara's baby was here,
he couldn't get anyone to pay attention to him. He got the
paper out of the waste basket and tore it up, he found a
dish cloth and ran through the house flaunting it but no one
wanted to play. None of his cute tricks worked. The l4 month
old, Owen, was just too cute and too good natured and he got
all the attention. He is walking around and trying to talk.
There is so much to learn at that age. even if I were not
his great grandmother, I would still think he is adorable.

I had a lovely time but it is nice to be alone and to have
the house straight again. It has been chaotic in a nice way.
Ted even had to take his hearing aids out because the noise
level was so high.

One more trip to the base and I will be finished for the
day with the afternoon and evening to myself. It will be
lovely.