Christmas
My family came through for me in every possible way for Christmas. Julia, who might as well be family at this point, is visiting, and as always her presence brightens my countryside apartment immeasurably. The arrival of the three boxes of Christmas cookies and gifts from home…
…was a stunning surprise and salvaged what I seem to recall was a fairly shitty day. It’s all sort of a peppermint-and-wrapping-paper-laced blur now, a few days past the event itself, but I’m fairly sure I had an incredibly good time. You know, I think.
At some point, I believe, we actually opened the boxes and inspected their contents. At least, that’s what I have to assume, given that a dazzling array of really cool stuff now adorns my room. Thanks, Mom & Papa!