As somebody who worked a lot of holidays over the last 15 years, I've tried to post something of substance on Christmas mornings for those who are on the clock, those who don't celebrate Christmas, or those of you who are just bored.
Alas, my wife and I adopted a puppy a few days ago, so the last few days have largely been about attempting to recover broken sleep and discovering broken skin, so this is what you're getting instead.
He's something like eight to 10 weeks old, something like a Corgi/Australian Shepherd mix. We're calling him Chief, because most of our other name ideas were for stumpier or chunkier boys, and it's fun to call a puppy "Chief." This is my first foray into dog ownership, and I'm assured it's worth it. I can see the upside when he isn't trying to make me bleed the stigmata, which isn't even the right holiday.
At any rate, Merry Christmas to some, and happy 93rd birthday to Nellie Fox to all.
