My Day in Instagrams: Working From Home Edition

I head south of the Mason-Dixon tomorrow for the holidays, so today is spent antsy to be done with work and waiting. So excited for the days to come, for the kind of relaxation that can only happen when you are home in the company of those that share your DNA, for better or worse. I'm excited for Mike to meet my family, to have so many aspects of my personality explained, amplified. And I'm excited for my family to meet the man that has made this past year so different than all the others that came before. I'm ready, again, for the two lives I've lived to come together, if only for a while, as one, for better or worse.

This is what an antsy day of working from home looks like.

 A little midafternoon snack of cider donuts from Randall's Farm in Ludlow and hot coffee.

 Patiently waiting for water to boil. 

 My life these days. 

 Leftovers from a dinner party. 

 The late afternoon sun. 

The teapot and stove are still clean! A Christmas miracle!

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Thankful for Sundays.

You know what's the best? Driving back from Western Mass on Saturday and reminding myself over and over that tomorrow is Sunday. We got back early-ish and played tennis for a while after the lights came on. Then we headed home and watched some of Elf before heading to bed. Mike was sick all day yesterday so I cleaned up and made turkey noodle soup (leftovers > tradition). It was lovely having a whole day to sit around in PJs, knitting and catching up on reading. I'm still way behind in my Infinite Jest reading, but I'm hoping I'll be able to catch up this week.

Also happening this week is gift-making and wrapping. Happy to say I'm pretty much almost done with my Christmas gifts, and now it's time for assembling and sewing and wrapping. Meg made a Christmas tree out of lights on one of our walls, and it's awesome. It seems like one day you're 25 and in charge of your own decorations.

'Tis the season-ish.

We did it! After spending the whole weekend with it hanging over our heads, we finally booked our plane tickets to Georgia for Christmas (well, right after Christmas for Mike). I'm glad to have that crossed off my to-do list, but I'm avoiding figuring out how long it'll take to pay off the credit charge.

So, in a little over a month I'll be headed back to Georgia to see this little munchkin:

I love the very visible digression of her patience with photos.

This weekend was wonderful. From a date night to a Saturday-long double date with Jennatron and multiple coffee shop hang out sessions, I feel refreshed and, for the first time in a while, as though the weekend was long enough. I finally finished a draft of a story and sent it out to my writing group, which is a major accomplishment these days. I haven't been making my writing the priority it ought to be, so it felt good to plant ourselves at Lyndell's and tap away at my computer with Mike's smiling face just across the table from me.

Then we went to the mall so I could buy black jeans. I love that wonderful, patient man.

I'm currently fighting off a weird cold thing that includes a scratchy throat, congestion in my chest, and waves of heat that make me want to take my temperature when I get home. 'Tis the season, I suppose. I plan to hole up in my apartment watching Mad Men and Gilmore Girls, reading submissions for tomorrow's writing group, writing my final piece for TNGG: Boston, and eating a $5 pizza from Oggi's in Harvard Square. Take that, Monday!