Christmas Dinners ...3
Farm animals murdered for my holiday consumption...4
Pounds of potatoes peeled...20
Pounds of potatoes consumed...see above
Uncomfortable minutes watching semi pornographic moments from In the Cut with my father...12
Boxing Day items purchased...8
Boxing Day purchases returned...6
Likelyhood of fitting in to fetching New Year's emsemble... 0%
Likelyhood of getting any New Year's action (as precluded by above statistic)...less than 0%
All in all it was a fabulous Christmas. I'm so full that I think even my brain is bloated, and I am having trouble thinking of anything to write. I'll be back in Vancouver tomorrow, and I'm painfully aware that this is the last time I'll see my family for at least 6 months, probably more. I'm also thinking I'm a bit of a fool for willingly trading a place where I can, mid-winter, wander out to to the patio in my pj's and flip flops to hang clothes in the sun to dry for the frozen hinterland of Quebec. I know, I know, you told me so.
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