But Christmas still happened, as did time off. Last week at work was busy; Monday through Wednesday felt packed enough that the work week seemed longer. Good thing I was honestly productive, as I was processing a certain form that my office has a lot of right now. (Usually I handle a few dozen of this form in a week; at the moment we have well over double the norm, maybe three times more than usual, and they have a short deadline. I KNOW WHAT I'M UP TO THE NEXT FEW MORE DAYS.)
And that got done. Christmas Eve, Thursday, was an errand day: laundry, last-minute shopping for gifts for Mom and Dad -- okay, THAT is when I started to feel more Christmas-y, getting something nice that my folks wound up liking -- and a Beulahland treat-meal for lunch. Then I hit the road for Dundee. (The road didn't hit back, which is good, because that hurts.)
Then I felt more relaxed, which is always a gift. Christmas was low-key; that was probably best for me this time. Not too many gifts, and the folks and I didn't unwrap them until around 11:00. We must be officially old (or without enthusiastic young'uns getting us up at 6:00). We visited other relatives for a relatively small extended-family dinner, with the happy bonus of my New York City cousin Jeff making an impromptu visit to Oregon.
I got back to my Portland place the afternoon of Saturday the 26th, then left almost immediately to get to a theater so I could see The Force Awakens again with friends (their first viewing). GOOD CHOICE, as was the sushi dinner we had afterward. Sunday was a hanging-out-at-home day, though I finally motivated myself out late afternoon for grocery shopping because it had to get done.
Okay. How will today be a gift?