the plows were out all night, and we got woken up around 6 this morning to the distinctive scraping sounds of the plows doing our street, one machine after another. i fell back asleep. i got up an hour or so later.
after my morning coffee, the dogs got a walk for the first time in what's felt like ages. the weather's been either blizzarding or freezing recently, so they've been cooped up inside. i put their red coats on and took them for a short walk around the plowed streets. they pulled and pulled, happy to finally get a bit of exercise.
i've been into the shortbread my aunt sent us. had three or four cups of coffee, a cup of tea after lunch. i'm buzzing and i expect i'll probably regret it later. but sleep's far off, anyway. it's barely four o'clock. we're making basic grocery store pizzas later. more games await.
my christmases are a lot quieter than they used to be, probably owing to the fact that most of my friends ended up elsewhere: a lot stayed in our hometown (as a lot of people do in a lot of hometowns), and those of us like me who left...well, i'm the only one who wound up here. when i was in my late teens we used to have a tradition of boxing day wandering. we'd go downtown, avoid the big shops, hit up the record shops, stop for chinese food (there was always wonton soup?), maybe a glass of port back at my parents' place. i miss that, but life moves on, you know? we're many different people in our lifetimes. i'm happy to be who i am right now, and looking forward to who i might become.