I uploaded the photos before Christmas Day was even over, but never quite got past the first line of copy:
“My Mom had already given us notice on Thanksgiving that she wouldn’t be driving out to see us on Christmas this year.”
Instead of leaving these memories to languish in my Drafts folder, I’m opting to share them now, with captions for context.
It was a low-key Christmas, but a relatively merry one that deserves to be remembered.
My work-from-home snuggle buddy came to say hi. I can still use both hands to type, as long as he’s perfectly balanced.
Saw this mug at Goodwill yesterday. While there have been several recent retirements from my work, I couldn’t think of anyone for whom this would be an appropriate gift.
I am, however, filing this gem away for the next time someone close to me needs a custom retirement gift.
When he hears the shower turn off, Baxter will scratch at the bathroom door, asking to come in. He loves to lay on the drippy bathroom rug while one of his humans is drying off, and he starts purring at maximum volume if that human then covers him with their damp towel.
It’s 10:30am on a Saturday and Connor is still asleep. He stayed up a little later than usual last night, but he must have really needed to catch up on sleep!
This is precisely why we don’t go to the optional Saturday classes at the dojo.