I'm sitting on the living room couch, a blanket over my lap and a cat snuggled in my arms (which makes typing a bit of a challenge), with snow falling outside and a fire going in our pellet stove. All very cozy.
(Unfortunately, my right knee has been aching like crazy in the cold last night and today, which makes me feel like a 70-year-old grandpa and also meant I didn't sleep that well.)
School ended yesterday, and I now have two blissful weeks off. I have something to grade from every one of my students, unfortunately (although I have no one but myself to blame), but I'm hoping to get a lot of that out of the way this weekend.
Then, on Monday, D and I fly out to visit her mom for Christmas. Neither of us is that excited about the trip, but it's the sort of thing that has to be done every couple of years. Here's what will be interesting: Her mom is really unhappy that I converted to Judaism, and so I haven't mentioned to her that Hanukkah starts on Christmas Eve, but I am packing our menorah. We'll see how that goes.
Fortunately, there's still a whole, wonderful week of break left after we get back from that trip. I'm planning on doing lots of reading and knitting and cross-stitching and sleeping. I also will use that week to get back to the gym, something I've neglected in the last couple of weeks. It should be a good way to end a mostly crappy year.