Lilith Saintcrow

This past Christmas was honestly the best I can remember. It was very low-key–the kids opened their presents, we ate ham early and watched the Red Green Show (which is, seriously, one of my favorite television shows EVAR). The Princess got an IPod, the Prince got a Tetris game and more Hot Wheels than you could shake a stick at, the Teen got a graphics tablet. (He’s been yearning for one ever since we visited Josh in NY.) There were assorted little presents, but those were the biggies. The Muffin and I got the satisfaction of a whole day of relaxation.

Hey, it sounds less than it is, but it’s not. So to speak.

I also, over the Christmas break, got on Goodreads. So if you’re looking for my author profile it’s here. Big fun for everyone.

Most awesome thing about this holiday season? No drama. There wasn’t a single drop of drama to be had.

I didn’t miss it.

The snow is melting pretty quickly, and the roads are sloppy but navigable. Yesterday was a bit chancy (got stuck three times, on roads that aren’t well-traveled) but all things worked out well and the big thaw is well under way. A couple of forty-degree days and the snow just slide right off. Now the only thing we have to worry about is the flood warning. Since we’re on a hill, that warning doesn’t mean much to us. There are little jewels of water hanging on every evergreen needle and bare branch outside. It’s like the trees have been dipped in tiny crystals.

I’m actually feeling very calm. It’s very strange to not be a ball of raw nerves and stress at this time of the year, but I like the change. I’m sleeping more, and moving a little bit slower during the day, my body taking its sweet time for once. The expectation of stress has been the weirdest thing to deal with–I’ll stop and think why am I feeling like this? and I figure out after a few moments of thorough thought that I’m expecting the hammer to fall, and nervous because it hasn’t.

I look forward to the time when I don’t have that expectation of stress. I think I’ll get there.

Anyway, I put the bone from the Christmas ham in split-pea soup for tonight. At about four o’ clock I’ll cut up more ham and dump it in after I use the handheld mixer on the soup. It should thicken up nicely. It’s very good to be going at what I suspect is a more normal pace instead of hellbent for leather, which is my regular speed. I can kind of feel the chafing, the urge to go back to that pace, under the surface of my skin. But not very strongly. I have a day or so more of a slower pace before I have to take the deep breath and dive again.

I intend to love every minute of it.

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