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Dec. 17th, 2002 09:45 pmToday is Sweetmorn, day 59 in the season of The Aftermath, 3268.
The tree is up and lit (and the cat is kittyloafed underneath it), the garland and lights are on the mantel, I've got cinnamon and vanilla-scented stuff boiling on the stove, and I'm wrapping some of C.'s presents before he gets home while listening to a mix of a cd of orchestral holiday music and Excelsis vol. 2. I think it officially feels like the holiday season now.
The tree is up and lit (and the cat is kittyloafed underneath it), the garland and lights are on the mantel, I've got cinnamon and vanilla-scented stuff boiling on the stove, and I'm wrapping some of C.'s presents before he gets home while listening to a mix of a cd of orchestral holiday music and Excelsis vol. 2. I think it officially feels like the holiday season now.
