Jan 1, 2010 - There...I've finally written it. As usual, Calvin, the cat woke me around 3:15 a.m.

I thought perhaps since my ribs were feeling better that I could sleep in the bed last night, but when I lay down, they started hurting again, so I went back to the recliner. The fireworks were going off continuously from 9 a.m. on. It was really windy and on the news people were being asked not to set off fireworks inside the city limits, but I couldn't tell where anybody was cutting back on them.

I drifted off to sleep but at 3:15 a.m. I heard some scrabbling around. I got up and turned on the light and Calvin was chasing a little ball of Sis's yarn around the floor. He is running around full of energy this morning.

It is 42 here, according to the computer.