Or, I guess I should say, was Christmas....
I tried, I really tried, but after sitting here off and on for three days trying to write a Christmas post, I've given up. It isn't Christmas anymore, although after the love and effort we put into decorating this apaprtment this year, it will be Christmas until, oh, February, if you happen to stop by to see us. But the actual day? It's over, and with it snow in the morning, walks down by the water to capture the white, powdery trees, lots and lots of card games, coffee, and baked goods, a visit from a very funny new friend ( I should paste her picture here in reltaliation for practically calling me a judgemental shut-in, which, I'm not necessarily denying all the time). With all the snow we've had in the past few weeks it's hard not to feel like a shut-in at times.
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It is now December 28, well past Christmas, and this post, this little dot of incompletion is obviously just not coming together. I get up very early in the morning, long before Andrew, and I sit here, trying to compose this beast. Instead of accomplishing anything on this post recently I've been type-delete-type-delete. When Andrew does get up, he asks what I posted, becuase of all that clattering of the keys. I thought about scratching this entirely, of moving on to the next post already taking shape in my head, but it feels like such a waste of all that time and energy to pretend like this one didn't happen, so I think I'll let it stay. I do love that picture.