christmas_tree.jpgWell, it’s not over yet (thankfully), so this should really be in present tense.

What is perhaps most important, to me, is what I didn’t do this year — which is stumble through the long, hectic, progression of travel, last-minute shopping, shipping, sleeping on relatives’ beds or couches, packing, getting on the plane again, etc.  Instead we had (are having) what might superficially seem to be a boring holiday season. At home.  Just the three of us, mostly, quiet days, eating leftover turkey and cranberry sauce (of course we miss our other loved ones, so it’s a trade-off).  Tilling the spring garden plot on an unseasonably warm Christmas Eve. 

And reading.

progess.gifIt’s been heavenly. I get so little time to read these days.  OK, I am a geek.  Not only did I spend much of Christmas Day (and into the night) reading, I was reading about the end of the world. But it’s all good — I’m used to this kind of fare by now.  On the Big Day I devoured, in its entirety, Ronald Wright’s “A short history of progress“.  Which is not such a feat: only 132 pages of large-format text (not including notes) and a real page-turner.  Covers a lot of the same ground as Jared Diamond’s ”