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This is what it looks like on Christmas Eve in London, Ontario. Not a speck of flying snow, and no clouds to hope for. It's ironic how we bitch and moan about snow when it's not around but come Christmas time, and we want it and we want it now.

That's Marble in the photograph, as well. For what could be our last walk together in Springbank Park. He's going back with my mother when they go to the Island after the holidays. I know I've said this before, but this time it feels more permanent. It doesn't feel as though I'll be picking him up in a couple of weeks or anything remotely similar to that. And to be a psychic-animal-mind-reading weirdo, but I'm sure he knows something is up. He's old, and I'm hoping that he'll be ok with my parents, and not pining for me at the top of the stairs like he does when I leave the house. I'll miss his calmness.

It's funny to be updating on Christmas Eve, but I had some extra time after the present wrapping and relative-visiting so here I am. As much as I enjoy being around the relations at holiday time, I really enjoy the fact I have a private, quiet place to go to at the end of the day. Not even promises of breakfast in bed were enough to secure my agreement to stay over at my older sister's house. I promised I'd be there first thing in the morning. 7 a.m.

ugh. So early to be merry. Anyhow, back to my own private doings...

Merry Christmas. Again.

:)