December 23, 2008 – Cold. Rain, sleet for Xmas Eve. Going to Steve’s church Christmas morning in Argyle. Family arriving tomorrow night.
 
   Every morning, Rose gathers on the path with Izzy and Lenore and the three of them seem to have a meeting. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that Rose is planning the day with the dogs, in her role as CEO of the farm. With Rose, anything is possible. They stand there for a couple of minutes and they do seem to be talking things over. Perhaps they are talking about me.