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 Thanksgiving - Check.

Now on to Christmas and New Years.

Christmas in New York - can't really get any better than that.  Waking up on Christmas morning and watching my granddaughter lose her mind over "Santa" while i drink coffee I didn't have to make, in PJ's I don't have to change out of.

No plans for New Years, which is typical for me.  I like to be asleep before the ball drops because i don't have anyone to kiss.  I haven't in years.  I've been single for my birthday by design because there is no way to be disappointed if I'm not "with" someone.  

BUT - I am celebrating this year, just a little later.  My first cruise, only because it's what Jen wanted to do for her 50th so i agreed.  Eddies birthday is in January so we will be celebrating all three of our bdays.  Poor Doug.  I'm  not sure how they make it more special on an already special trip, but hell, i'm going to find out.

This morning was hard getting up and motivated to get ready for work.  The EA retired last week and i will miss her sunshine.  This office is so quiet when she isn't around.  My "bosses" aren't really around too much and most of my work is independent with my program, so it's really just me myself and I all day.  But my busy season is upon me, so the days will fly by and sleeping won't be an issue with a tired brain.

This is me trying to figure out what to write when there is really nothing to say that is any different from what i've already said.

I have news, but can't share it until i've been given the go ahead.  

Oh!  I'm teaching myself to crochet and yesterday i forced myself to start over about 100 times until i finally found the correct tension.  I will allow myself to pick up some nice yarn to make scarves......woooooo  but that is what my kids will be getting this year.  Handmade, or thrifted.  I refuse to buy new stuff that they don't want.  They are adults.

Maybe i'll make everyone a scarf.  Who doesn't like a scarf?

Till tomorrow.  

Oh, i also joined Tinder again last night.  Put zero effort into it and my inbox got flooded.  Why do i do this?  I don't even have time for it.  I guess my season of celibacy is wearing thin.  It is what it is.  


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