Halfway out of the Dark?

 I am reminded of a line from a Dr Who Christmas episode that speaks to mid-December as being a universal celebration of being "halfway out of the dark".   I seldom give thought to the fact that this is strictly a northern hemisphere thing on Earth, and that on other worlds, this might not be a thing at all.

Right now I am surprised that it's been so long since I posted here.  A lot has been going on in my life.  The best part was a trip to NM to see my youngest and the grandkids (especially the newborn!).  One thing going to NM showed me is that, while there is a lot to love there, it no longer feels like home to me.  There is a certain sense of loss in that, but also a sense of hope, since the reasons I came to CA in the first place still hold.

Today Cinnamon is ill in a way she hasn't been in 5 years.  I am very worried that this could be serious.  I know she has hit the average lifespan for her breed(s), and this almost killed her as a young dog.  I've been able to keep her stable with her modified diet for all these years.  Last week was the anniversary of her adoption, 10 years ago.  

Cinnamon, in her car seat on the way to NM two weeks ago

I have photos left to upload from NM:  My kids and grandkids, different sites and events, including the BioPark Zoo and the River of lights, as well as photos of the family around their home.  I also have some photos from the trip itself, including photos of  London Bridge and the surrounding area, and Needles CA, with special attention to the museum there and items relating to Charles Shulz's  character, Spike (Snoopy's brother). 

This past Sunday I was at the Dicken's Fair with the CA branch of the family, and I have a bunch of photos from that as well. 

Honestly, right now I'm so rattled by what's going on with Cinnamon that I can't even remember what else is on the memory card in my camera.  I suppose that there is more, since I don't think I've uploaded anything since September.

Right now we may be approaching the longest night, but all I am thinking about is Cinnamon, and how many more nights she has.  I hope this will turn out to be nothing but a little intestinal upset, and she's not going into another pancreatitis attack, or kidney failure. She's been medicated, but if it doesn't get better by tomorrow, or if she won't drink anything today, we'll have to make an emergency trip to the vet.