Today I woke up at 10:30am. Was immediately embarrassed by my slothfulness so I (sort of) cleaned out the fridge and vacuumed. It's been freakishly warm. Ten days before Christmas and it's 60. And I have to say, if the weather wanted to stay like this up until April or so I wouldn't be the least bit miffed. Global warming, shmobal warming... I hate wearing coats.
I got a Christmas card from Sherry today so I gave her a call and she called me back and we caught up which is so awesome and makes me feel a lot better about everything. This, my friends, is the reason for the season. To reacquaint ourselves. Home and hearth and togetherness. Warm, fuzzy, bunny kisses and all that shit.