Monday, December 22, 2003
the morning.
the best part is that as lovely as it will be to be home for christmas, right here in the last half hour before leaving for the airplane, i don't want to go. i spent all night when i should have been sleeping opening my eyes every couple of hours to watch the monkey, and scoot in two inches closer.
when i get home, the parents will have strung the tree with fishing line guy wires so that the cats don't knock it down, and my mother won't have everything wrapped and will want to do laundry, and my dad will be goofy glad to see me but will only talk about my car, and we're going to watch _roman holiday_ on the couch.
it's all magic.
when i get home, the parents will have strung the tree with fishing line guy wires so that the cats don't knock it down, and my mother won't have everything wrapped and will want to do laundry, and my dad will be goofy glad to see me but will only talk about my car, and we're going to watch _roman holiday_ on the couch.
it's all magic.
