Christmas weekend was a busy one. Due to having to cancel part of our Christmas day afternoon plans, we spent the day at home, enjoying each other’s company, playing with the new wii fit that was under the tree Christmas morning. I was reminded of my childhood, where the day was spent playing, reading, eating and squabbling. Rinsed and repeated until my frazzled maternal unit could take no more and shooed us outside to pummel each other to a figurative pulp.
The simple things of the weekend were the best. And with that it is time to scoot off to work. I had meant for the final meanderings of the year to be a bit more profound, but time is short and ideas are even slimmer to come by at the moment.