The Christmas Post

I hope everyone has had some good cheer in the past few weeks, or that good cheer will be coming your way in the next few.  

We had a lovely Christmas, though the general level of enthusiasm (and consumption of spirits) was dampened by an uninvited guest.  RSV, for those who don’t know, is a nasty little bugger, and I would highly recommend that you avoid it if at all possible.  

There were many lovely presents all around, and, thanks to my father’s shredding machine and his mad packing skills, there was snow.  Paper snow.  In the living room.  Despite our best efforts at snow removal, it can still be found drifting and swirling in the corners and under the furniture.  The snow is likely to persist until June at least.  

The invited guests have all returned home.  Two of them absconded with all of our children, leaving Partner and I in our snowy house with our stuffy heads and more food than should be legally possible for two people to consume in a month.  For the next week we will try to figure out what to do with our temporarily-childless selves.  

No, don’t worry.  We’ll find something to do I’m sure.  At the very least, we will work up some masquerade costumes and some pastries for the New Year’s Eve party we’re attending next Wednesday.  Our first grown-up New Year’s Eve party for nearly ten years.  I’m dizzy with excitement.  Or perhaps that’s the cold medicine.  Either way it’s a strangely nice feeling.  

A photo of me from Sonar X4’s birthday just to show that I’m not yet as round as my matryoshka representation.  And yes, those are candles, Christmas lights, and a snow globe in the fireplace behind me.  I’m not sure why we have a fireplace because, trust me, you don’t want to light an actual wood-burning fire in the fireplace here, even on Christmas.  Not even for the atmosphere.  Which reminds me of a tiny rant about people here who want a fire in the fireplace so bad that they run their air conditioners to offset the heat produced.  But I’ll spare you that little bit of vitriol in honor of Christmas, and also in honor of not being rude to those of you who live someplace where a fire in the fireplace would not only be a lovely cozy thing but also a necessarily heat-producing thing.  

Now, I’m off to begin fulfilling my agenda, which begins with an important item:  hibernate until virus leaves.