Up at 5:00 am with coffee and Everything and the pretty Christmas tree lights, the rest of the house dark and quiet. There was a time when the idea of waking up before 10:00 am on the weekend would have been blasphemy. Now I've joined the privileged ranks of early-risers. This can either mean A) I'm getting old (my parents roll out of bed at 3:00 am or something) or B) My body chemistry is changing; less nicotine, more St. John's Wort. Anyway, it's Christmas Eve. My older daughter is in the requisite Christmas pageant at Church this evening - she's a sheep and gets to crawl down the main aisle at the end, which I think is the funnest part.