Once again I appear to have survived the holiday intact. The usual Christmas Eve mass hysteria, the lull of Christmas day. I wound up with loads of lovely presents, including a 2006 Poets Market, some delicious smelling bath products, a Buffy book and Radio Sunnydale CD, plus some more practical things like a new broom vac and set of white mugs (the cat has a habit of pushing them one by one over the edge of the table). Also the first season Lost Dvd, which I've been partaking of bit by bit via late-night viewing.
Now it's a week at my parent's house, but I'm already feeling all cabin-fever restless.
