Including ones of me in the early morning. Shudder. BUT they look better than some circling the interwebs.

Mine was a culinary Christmas: Jane got me a breadmaker and a ceramic knife (and a knife sharpener to tackle our knife set), and I got Jane some cosmetics and a scarf and then MADE some killer thick-crust Italian bread!

We couldn’t find our traditional Christmas movie, Lion in Winter, but we found it on the telly, and watched it anyway; we watched Garfield II last night—far better than the first movie, much more Garfield—“Prince and the Pauper,” cat-style. I baked bread. We had pie, we had Champagne, and we are, this morning, officially back on our diet until New Year’s, before which we hope to drop a little short-term weight gain, and at which time we plan to have less sweets and more pasta, and then get back on the straight and narrow.

We lazed about all day. That’s not a bad thing. We needed that.