O Christmas Tree

Things are moving at a slow pace around these parts. The bronchitis still lingers. The Dr. gave me antibiotics but they've been slow to make any great effect on things.

The only thing I've managed to do between naps and coughing fits was decorate the tree. Brent dragged all of the boxes to and from the garage and even assembled the tree.






There was a box MIA in the garage. We don't have a tree skirt, Rudolph, or Brinkey's stocking. It is what it is. The garage is a battlefield not worth traversing. Maybe next Christmas I'll be able to decorate a house and use all of my cute decorations.