Of course, just in time to coincide with the big move to the new host I became deathly ill. I’m blaming Sarah. She was sick a week before me, albeit for only 12 hours. I was sick for 5 miserable days. I’ll spare you the details . . . but I was very, very happy to be able to eat in time for Christmas.

Christmas and the entire holiday weekend were just lovely. We ate, we unwrapped, we ate again. We took the girls for their first long walk (about half a mile). And it only rained a whole bunch.

What more could you ask for from Christmas in the Pacific Northwest?

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