The parental visit went well. The kittens did not eat the dogs or vice versa. Everyone was very polite, at least among the animals. Some housecleaning did not get done and much decorating was not done because of kittens' desire to see decorations come down. Kittens seem to believe very strongly that new decorations are designed to be taken to floor level by kittens. So. The decorating? Not so much. Besides, our decorating ambitions were few. We did do our annual Christmas door with lights and the more sturdy ornaments, and we cleared out bookshelves for our annual altar to the Great Good Book, where we stashed the presents.
Christmas really was lovely. Low key and all. The turkey was an hour late (I'm beginning to hate gas ovens as much as I love gas stove tops) but everything else went well. Christmas Eve dinner was our traditional brisket, thanks to an online friend for the recipe many years ago. All the important traditions were upheld, including Dad suffering by having to carve the turkey, and the wearing of silly hats and telling of silly jokes from the Christmas crackers.
Oh, and the mince pie (and a turkey pie for Jim who has never adapted to mince) and the eating too much. Urgh.
One non-traditional item was the snow that fell Christmas Day, which was beauteous to see and kindly then melted out of the way of life, and let my parents drive home without fear. They were lucky enough to travel here and back on the only two sunny days we've had recently.
Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. Back to work for a day, so I have to get up early.
I confess that on Friday when I went back to work for the first time since the Wednesday before Christmas I fell asleep at my desk. I haven't done that for a long, long time. Scarily quiet at the U these days. Tomorrow will be quiet, too. I'm hoping that means I'll get a lot done.
Happy New Year to all of you.