Christmas Orphans

Those of us who stay in town for the holidays (Thanksgiving included) call ourselves 'orphans'. It's cute and catchy and somehow makes me (at least) feel less lonely to know there are others in the same situation.

Brisk hosted Christmas dinner at his house. Cyclist and I loaded up, drove out there and spent 7 hours watching Christmas specials, eating Christmas dinner, and enjoying way too many ginger snaps.

It was calm and pleasant.

Oh, and when Cyclist asked us what our plans are for New Years Brisk immediately replied, "Making out with Granola."

No one believed him.

But, I wouldn't object.