Bluh. I had to relax and do genealogy all day today, to recover from yesterday's intense gluttony. Bluh. Diet starts again next week, I guess.
I am much too lazy to send handmade cards for Christmas, so it's a wonder that I receive any.
My Mom's cross-stitch. I forgot to ask if she started these last Dec 26.
Cutie-pie niece designed this card from my sister's family. (My brother-in-law says he's the handsome one in this drawing.)
Mt artist friend included one of her dogs on their card.
OK, this one wasn't homemade, but my brother knows how much I love Edward Gorey!
Stupefied by the labor of digestion: Stolen from Anaïs Nin's diary, which was featured on the Writer's Almanac today.