It has been a while. I’ll use the excuse that my fingers were too cold to type.
The cold snap has put a damper on my disposition
and Christmas can be such an imposition.
In eight days I go to see my family. Everyone, including my brother who I haven’t seen in two years and a nephew I haven’t met. This makes me very happy.
In eight days I get to see all of my best friends, and my best friends’ spouses, and my best friends’ children. This makes me very happy.
I work on Christmas. I am happy to work on Christmas.
I work on New Year’s. I am unhappy to work on New Year’s.