My aforementioned lack of Christmas cheer has resulted in a dearth of holiday pictures. I do have this picture of Yrsa to share, though. This was taken the night of Christmas Eve, after we’d returned from the big present-and-food extravaganza with the in-laws. She’s sleeping on the foot stool under my desk, one of the more normal places that she falls asleep. You’d think that she doesn’t have a perfectly cozy bed of her own, but that’s not the case. To hear her tell it, in fact, she has a whole room of her own, in which she kindly allows Olof and me to have our bed.