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Christmas Day...

The big day has come. Sara and Bev have gone up to Cullman, Nikki and Chris are with his folks, Maw-Maw is visiting with Uncle Jean and Jan, and I have come to work. I started feeling pretty puny just before lunch. I was so tired feeling I had to lie down for a while. After an hour's nap, I still feel pretty low. The rain came in last night and it is a wet breezy day, not very good for riding. Santa Claus was good to all of us this year. He brought me an iPod. Now I have all my music on it. I have it here and am listening to it. I think the best thing will be having the audio books that it can play. Bev got us a speaker pack that will work for riding the tandem.

David had a pretty good Christmas. He was glad to get the red airplane. He got a lot! More than he can play with. We were happy to see him flying the red airplane with one hand and driving the big John Deere tractor with the other. Good times.

It is seriously time for thinking about resolutions. It is kinda hard to think about those when you don't feel well. Maybe I will get over this quickly. I hope so! I hate being or feeling sick. I think most of it is fatigue. Last week was really busy.

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