.The Day After Christmas.

 After Christmas, I usually fall into a post-holiday funk.  Sure there is still New Years, but that holds a level of pressure unlike the previous holiday.  In order to combat these feelings, this December 26th I made plans to sleep in (G was ambitious and went hunting early morning instead), spent time reading newly gifted books, took Dylan to get fresh air, had an afternoon date matinee with G, and dinner with friends.  It was one of those days that flies by in such a blur, yet when you lay in bed recounting events, you feel full and happy... wishing the dark sky promising the return of reality is nothing but a ruse.