We had ourselves a merry little Christmas, and it isn't over yet! Twelfth Night is on Saturday, and the truly freaky don't take down their decorations until the Feast of the Baptism on the 13th, or Candlemas on February 2nd. I belong in the medium "Baptism" category. We are definitely in a quieter period, though, since R.'s parents and grandmother departed on the 26th. We had a nearly perfect holiday, with good food, lots of music and good will and moderate gift quantity. I, personally, got stacks of books and music and something sparkly from my wonderful husband. Not just something sparkly, but the exact something sparkly I asked for, which I think displays a particularly delicious respectful humility that is so rare in husbands. It's easy to think that you can improve on someone else's wish by exceeding or modifying it, but chances are you are wrong.
I have a New Year's Resolution/Navel-gazing post that I've been ruminating over for about three weeks, but it still isn't ready for prime time.
Meanwhile, here's something to watch:
Polar Bear Plunge
You can get a great view of my sister-in-law and brother-in-law. It's possible to spot me for a few seconds here and there: I'm in a teal tank suit and my hair is in a single braid.