Now I'm inspired to get my tree up. Was going to Thanksgiving weekend, but one of my dogs ended her battle with Cushings Disease. So I was bummed. I did get her buried in the back yard under the gazebo where she used to love to sit and watch the doves that nested in the climbing rose.

Then this past weekend I had a migraine. No biking (OK I've been really bad on that part), and no going to the gym to lift weights. Just lounge in bed and wait for the medicine to work. At least my kitties were happy to help me rest.

So maybe tonight I'll actually get the tree up. If I can get the thought of last year's opening my box of ornaments to discover ALL the roaches in the neighborhood had used the box as their personal high water shelter after Katrina. Icky icky icky. I know they're now safely out of creepy crawly way because I bought a Plastic box with a tight lid and sprinkled borax on the top for good measure. But the memories, the nasty memories.