For another year, at least.
Boxing Day blahs - slept in, small indulgences, laying on the couch with a pile of animals on top of me. Quiet, quiet day.
After hurting my back on Friday morning, I had to take Christmas slowly. With lots of painkillers and alcohol. The first stop was a hyper yet hilarious evening with Meg and Pedro, their two girls, and my friend Mike. Pizza, beer, a giant fruit platter, air hockey and songs. And plenty of giggles.
Christmas Eve, after I fell from the bed with painful cries, we managed to hobble to the grocery store for last minute goodies. Eggnog, junk food, fruit and pancake mix. We shuffled home and did some last minute cleaning until Mike showed up again. Christmas Eve on Sesame Street and the Star Wars Holiday Special were watched (with much groaning from me about the latter).
Christmas morning, we enjoyed pancakes. I phoned family and friends. We made plans with Sean and Tracey. They showed up and we went for our traditional Christmas Poutine at the Elgin Street Diner. We returned to chez nous to watch more movies (two documentaries, actually) and be silly.
And here we are to Boxing Day. Quiet, peaceful, and still (quite literally, due to my back).
I envy those civil servants who have the next three days off.
