I’m up early, the cinnamon rolls are rising in the oven, the house is quiet (for a bit longer), we’ve got a couple inches of new snow to shovel… it’s a little easier to forget about all that feels wrong with the world these days and focus on what’s good and right and all the ways we’ve been blessed.
Friday was my last day of work until the early-middle part of January and Li is out of school this week ahead of Christmas, so today marks the first “real” day of our collective Christmas break. We all survived Li’s first hockey tournament over the weekend; the Christmas tree is up and decorated; our plans are set for Christmas baking for the week; I have a bit of Christmas preparation still to do before I declare myself ready.
After being up and at the rink by 5:15 the past two mornings for Li’s early games, it felt wonderful to sleep a little late this morning.
We made it as far as Baker City in eastern Oregon yesterday, about halfway home. We’re definitely not on the coast any longer: it’s light early (being on the the extreme edge of the timezone) and there is a heavy layer of frost on everything. Breakfast at the Lone Pine, followed by another 400-ish miles with a short break in Twin Falls to see my mom, get fuel (for the car and us), and then we’re home.