This blog has been suffering terribly since I started writing in my actual paper journal again... Blame it on graduate school!
I'm all packed to go home again, although the appointed day and hour have yet to arrive. My apartment is an unredeemable mess -- well, probably a redeemable one, but not in the time I have before I leave. January will be a very housework-y month.
Boyfriend is out Christmas shopping. Soon he'll return, and we will head off to a fancy dinner and a Christmas concert in the city. Tomorrow morning, we'll have "Christmas morning" at his place, and he'll drop me off at the airport many hours early, to give him a chance to get home to the mountains before too late at night.
I can't believe it's only four days to Christmas. Will the years keep on getting shorter and shorter the older I get?
Merry almost-Christmas, everybody!
In a word, yes. And once you have children, time gets even more bizarre. It's weird.
ReplyDeleteWishing you traveling mercies over the holiday and a wonderful, wonderful semester (and houseworking time, lol) come January!
Dy