It went finals, home, LA, and home again, in that order. Another Winter Solstice's coming up (tomorrow, I believe), and there is of course Christmas, New Years, and the new year.
I am at home and it has been raining on and off since nine this morning. My parents are telling me that I've missed the two coldest days while I was at LA (lucky me), but unfortunately it is still cold enough today that I was shivering even while wearing my black jacket and I couldn't feel my fingers. Then I remembered that my parents left the heater in my room and that made it all better. I think I might've been colder than necessary, though, because I've been sitting in one position for some hours reading a book (YES!), having gone and raided the library this morning. I've looked at my reading list yesterday and have formed the brilliant conclusion that I'll never completely catch up to it, but oh well, good books never get old, anyway. Now that I finished book number one out of the list of a hundred and something I suppose I ought to take go and take a break. Maybe I'll work on the Lunatics story, as that it's clearly too wet to be working in the garden. Mud is fun in moderation and only when it's not also freezing outside. The cucumbers are done for the season, and I've missed the seed-gathering because now everything'll be wet for the next three days.
Thoughts about the new year make me twitch, which is why this post isn't really about a resolution or reflections at all, in case you're wondering.
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