Wesley started barking at 4:30 this morning. Did one of the girls get up early? Was there something outside? Reindeer? Some random critter? I took him outside and he went to the bathroom. There wasn't anything around.

Afterwards, he hopped up on the bed and I couldn't get back to sleep. Later, the cat joined us. Eventually everyone get up, but I was pretty tired.

It was a good Christmas. Over lunch, I talked semiotics, structuralism, post-structuralism, post-modernism and how all of it related to various theories of art, history, language, philosophy and just about everything else.

I rested a little in the afternoon, and then went over to Kim's parents house. We're all very tired and we cancelled Fiona's Radio Show for tonight. Now, I'm home, tired, and writing a quick post before crashing.