Christmas started off quietly this year. I slept in until about 9am, and then was calling friends for a good portion of the morning. Well, by friends, I also mean family, I was on the phone out East with both my parents and my younger niece. Who regaled me with the tales of her presents. Was nice, though I only could catch one word in three.
Then I napped until about 12.30 in the afternoon. It was a scorcher, and I was surprisingly tired.
Wandered around to the place where I would be for the day in the mid afternoon. I had had another couple of offers to spend time with friends and such, but as much as I love my friends, there was only one place I really wanted to be for the day.
Gin and tonic, beer, cider while lazily chatting and hardly moving from the spot underneath the fan. We were going to go swimming, in the river no less, but we would have been burnt to a crisp wandering there and back. The kids were popping in and out as they pleased basically.
Then dinner, a DVD, and an overnight stay on the couch.
It was fabulous, if quite understated.
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