Well! It's Christmas Eve eve. Emma spent the night. She and the other family members of the female persuasion made cookies and peanut butter balls last night.

Susan's off to Casey County to take care of a patient. I'm waiting for Day & Day or TSC to open so that I can try to score some batteries for our dogs' collars. Apparently, I got hold of a bad batch from Amazon.com. I'm hoping to buy and test batteries in-store, in the hope that I won't have to purchase a whole new pet containment system. They run around $350.

More progress this morning on The Seekers' first tomb delve in the Barrowmoor. I've been posting about it, recently. Another 855 words and that post is just over 2,100 words right now. I'd estimate we'll be looking at around 3,000 words to complete the post.

The delvers don't know it, but they're about to face a wood golem, a not inconsequential threat.

Well, I reckon I'll go ahead and make the trek to town now, and will work more on the delve post a bit later.

As I wrote about yesterday, the Seekers have entered their first crypt with their guide, Brother Jasyn. As I wrapped up last night, the current in-progress delve post was at 381 words. Currently, it's at 1,283 — that's 902 words of progress this evening. Not bad.

So, as I predicted last night, I did indeed have more time tonight to work on this fun pastime. The online campaign remains a sedately paced endeavor I share with an old college buddy. One other RPOL member expressed interest a week or more ago, but didn't follow through.

Earlier today, I started optimizing old cell phone photos and putting them in a repository. Here is a photo of me, Savvy (a schnauzer we had years ago) and Sundy Best, a stray we took in years ago and still have. This photo is from 20th June, 2015.

So, that makes this photo more than eight years old at the date of this post. The schnauzer, sadly, is no longer with us — but Sundy Best still is. Susan would like another schnauzer some day. I hate to think of the day that Millie Mooka passes on to the great canine graveyard, but she is 12 years old.

And here is Lillie. I don't know how many years we've had her. She followed one of the kids home one afternoon when they returned from a walk.

She's lying at my feet right now as I type this. Never have I come across a more expressive, exuberant animal.