Greetings from Stormy Florida
Or rather, RW and I slept. Mermaid Girl stayed up, cuddled her baby cousin, nagged my very patient sister-in-law to bake cookies, decorated their tree with innumerable candy canes, and occasionally jumped on my stomach and admonished me, apropos of nothing that I could tell, that she was very angry at me and that she wasn't going to get over it. I'm not sure what I did. I was just soooo sleeeeeepy.
Then, just after we finished opening presents, and just before the Chinese food was to arrive for dinner, she sacked out cold on a living room chair. She is there still.
So many things to write about. It feels like it's been weeks. Maybe it was that all-night flight that aged me. (Did you know it's snowing in Detroit? Also that their airport has the coolest red shuttle train? It was an educational if exhausting layover, over there at 3 AM our time.)
Wishing the happiest of holidays/Christmases to those of you celebrating. I miss you folks. I was thinking of you on the plane. Is that weird?