Plus, our smarty cat advised against it.
So instead, she supervised and, for me it was 8 a.m. church and a choir performance, followed by un-trimming the Christmas tree, delivering a birthday gift, grocery shopping, and flipping back and forth between the NFC playoff game (Bring on the 'Aints!), the Sentry Tournament of Champions, and the Golden Globes.
Sylvester also strongly encouraged a nap, but I declined. Instead I'll be in bed by 10 p.m. and still complain tomorrow morning about it being Monday.
Always tough after such a strenuous day!
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