As I perch on the old rocking chair at my friend's house, I sneak a peek through the slotted blinds.
It's still snowing, like it has been since about 6 this morning.
I seem to be experiencing what a lot of folks sing about: that old white Christmas people seem to want.
All I can see is being delayed getting home, as I'm doubting the interstate will be cleared enough by tomorrow. Not that I'm in a ripping hurry to get back home; classes don't start for another week or two.
I just feel like I'm imposing here, taking up space on their couch. Especially since they had to cancel their plans due to the weather. And me still hacking with whatever I've been trying to fight off since December 8th...
You know, when you have adult version of "croup" and you feel ok but you sound like you're dying? That one. This seems like it's happening more and more as I've gotten older. It's annoying, not least because I feel like I'm annoying the people around me.
Still, not the worst Christmas I've had, it's warm(ish) here in the house, they've got the tree all up and decorated. There'll be some sort of beef roast later for dinner. There's a bottle of mead in the fridge, part of my "Christmas present" (annoyed because I thought we agreed no presents this year?) The folks who did get presents were appreciative.
The kids are all somewhere else today, so other than my friend watching random YouTube videos it's fairly quiet.
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