Another Christmas come and gone in all it's busy, blinking glory.
Curt and I are chilled out to the max during Anna's nap on December 26th.
The house is reasonably put-together.
It's snowing outside.
There is warm, steamy stuff in each of our mugs.
We high-fived each other because the trash men finally came to pick up our trash.
Curt is doing Sodoku puzzles in his noise canceling head-phones (as if there is any noise during Anna's nap. That's sort of, the point.)
I am alternately reading on the couch and getting up, wandering around, doing other things cause I can't sit still for that long even now... at 30.
Life goes on.