Man, that was a long break. My ears are itchy. It's been a busy few days; a lot of to-ing and fro-ing in Peterborough and Toronto and Penetanguishene and such. It's still not over, either, as Mike's family Christmas is today. I go back to North Bay Rock City on Saturday, and I don't know how I feel about that. Mostly I feel like I have a bed there. I've been sleeping on the couch the entire time I've been home, which has led to a pretty grumpy Rhiannon from time to time.

Christmas was okay. It was a pretty quiet morning here, but everyone liked their presents, I think. I got a new wool/cashmere coat from my parents, which makes me look quite 'sophistimicated'; flannel pyjamas and a sweater; Ewok LEGO; lots of neat books; a Dali calendar; lots of little toiletries. I got a lot of gift certificates, too: Swiss Chalet, No Frills, Tim Horton's, La Senza, LCBO (liquor store), Roots.

My silly but dear boyfriend bought me the Kodak digital camera and dock that I wanted. Which of course means that I'll now have lots of pictures to post when I get back to North Bay and can muck around with my FTP stuff for a bit. So be on alert, I guess. He also got me the Johnathan Archer (aka Captain Quantum) Enterprise action figure, and it's really fun; as well as a female Jedi (Luminara Unduli).

Went shopping with my dad on Boxing Day on the way back from Toronto and bought too much: The Smiths' "Singles", Joni Mitchell's "Hits", Wilco's "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot" and Sam Roberts' "the Inhuman Condition".

Oh, it was good. Ah, capitalism.

Christmas Day was pretty good. I usually get stressed pretty easily because, well, my family does that to me. (Insert whingeing here). It went well this year, though--perhaps a sign of maturity on my part? The scary part is that my dad's father is really starting to lose it. He's 83, and I don't think he has much longer. He called us on Christmas Eve wanting to know where Dad was, because he'd gotten the days mixed up and thought it was Christmas then. He didn't recognize me for half of Christmas and then thought I was Babar for the other half...It's pretty stressful for my dad, I think, because it comes and goes. Sometimes he's pretty sharp and sometimes he's not.

All the best to you and yours over the holidays, everyone, and my year end wrap up will be around eventually.

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