Saw people, exchanged gifts, ate stuff, forgot things.
This is an excellent summary.
Unfortunately one of the things I forgot was the bag with unfinished presents that I intended to work on. Oh well. It freed up my evening.
My wrist hurts. It hurts a lot. I am typing weirdly because of it. I think I need to keep these posts short and go ice it. Crap. I hate overuse things. And that is what it feels like. Stupid tendons.
Grateful Crap: watching a two and three year old cousin chase each other around and play hide and seek and laugh and laugh and laugh.
Quaker, teacher, parent,