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.
I’m still trying to absorb Italy’s failure to qualify for the 2018 World Cup. I think it bothers me more than the USMNT’s failure. Part of what I keep coming back to is that Gianluigi Buffon deserved a better ending to his incredible career with the Azzurri…
That awkward moment when you realize that the person you’re talking to is not the person you thought you were talking to, made even weirder because they share the first name of the person you thought you were talking to. Three days later you finally figure out who you were actually talking to. And you’re going to see them this evening.