There's no place like home for the Holidays...
While some might argue that "there's no place like home" period (and here I'm thinking of Dorothy and her little dog too), I think that it is particularly true around the holidays. As my sister would put it, "holidays are stressful." Emotions run high, tempers flare, people storm out of the house and threaten (seriously) to move out of the state... Not that any of this would ever happen in my family, but I've heard rumor of it happening elsewhere.
So far it's been very nice to be back here in Utah for a little while. Being able to sleep in every morning is a definite plus, and one I think I will certainly miss when it comes time to go back to work on January 3, 2005 (the new year!), but I'll live. I got home on Saturday Dec. 18, and since then I've been doing some last minute Christmas shopping, gift wrapping, Christmas goody baking, partying, etc., etc.
Christmas is now only two days away. That means that in only four days I'll be on a plane flying to Denver to visit my dad. My sister and I are actually flying there on the same flight, but I head straight back to San Francisco on Jan. 2 and she stays in Denver for a few days more.
Well, the holiday spirit beckons, and so I must be off to join in the festivities that only winter can bring - like fixing broken snowblowers.