We’ve been in Idaho almost a week now. No snow to speak of this year — just a light coating on the ground one night at the cabin, which is about 600 feet higher in elevation than the town, and plenty of rain and clouds otherwise. I’ve had no use for all that cold-weather stuff I squished into my bag, which is quite unusual. Not unusual is the amount of cookies consumed, hours spent working on this year’s puzzle, rich meals prepared and devoured, and presents lavished upon us by Jon’s gift-happy mother. (I really wish now that I hadn’t brought along my winter gear so I could fit more of my presents in my carry-on going home.)
Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve. My plans include: watching Northwestern win their first bowl game since 1949 in the morning (I believe!); catching up on all that work I didn’t do before break and still have not completed (I’m an idiot!); working on the puzzle some more; eating a lovely home-cooked dinner up at the cabin with the fam; and sipping fancy wine with Jon’s folks until we toast the new year at midnight. Outside of the work part, it should be delightful!
Damn that snow-free holiday! We had to ship all our presents back, too.