Lazy

The family cat, who thinks he's people. Or thinks he's better than people -- we're not too sure on that. But he sure does have the lazy option down pat.

The last Saturday before I head back across the pond to the UK, and how do we spend it at my parents' house? Lazy. My sister and my niece are hanging out, I think only two of us actually bothered to put on anything other than pajamas today, and we've done a whole lot of... nothing.

Delightful, relaxing nothing.

Classes are going to start up quickly once I get back, and I'm already waiting on a book for next semester to show up from Amazon so that I can start before the first class. But for right now? I'm going to be lazy. And I'm going to enjoy being lazy.

Christmas Eve

My luggage finally made it back to the States and into my loving arms at 2am this morning. Considering that the flights into Baltimore from Heathrow had been sacrificed on the altar of 'we can only fly 1/3 of our normal schedule because holy crap the snow is killing us in the UK' I have nothing to complain about. And it doesn't look like anything was thiefed from my bag either, so again, nothing to complain about.

It made it back by Christmas Eve. Which means I had time to do that inevitable holiday task -- wrapping.



As the dining room table had already been cleared off for dinner (which for my Southern family means barbecue, coleslaw, and mac & cheese among other amazing foods -- turkey can wait, the eve belongs to pork) my bed becomes wrapping central for all of us who waited till the last minute (or who had no choice because their luggage was on another continent). Which while I wish wasn't so, usually means not them doing their own wrapping, but knocking on my door with a pitiful 'Rebecca... since you have the tape out, could you...'

They keep saying I'd miss it if they didn't ask. I reply they've never given me a chance to miss it.