Before I'm 31

Ahh, Christmas visit home was short and sweet. The family was good, and it was good to see everyone. We returned to our happy apartment late this afternoon, and I am now looking most forward to sleeping in my own, queen-sized, bed. I believe the visit was most stressful for our dog, who only at one entire bowl of food in three days time. Don't feel too sorry for him - he was present at each meal we sat down for and he had his begging face set to "look at my sad eyes, please feed me scraps." About one hour after we returned home this afternoon, he scarfed up his dinner in the usual 90 seconds and he has been racked out ever since.

I have a morning workout on tap for tomorrow - futher updates as events warrant.