Lunch was at my great-aunts' and uncle's house, where it has been every Christmas since the dawn of time, and dinner was at the parents', and entertainment was board games. It was a good Christmas.
I am spending this last day of the year collecting power snuggles from the cats and cleaning house and playing tennis with a friend and working on thesis and working on course prep (d-day is next Tuesday. I'm inwardly in high wibble right now.) We're staying home tonight, as is per normal - New Year's Eve out brings crowds and drunken people and stupid people and drunken stupid people, and we're cranky homebodies when it's not a holiday, let alone when it is - and making steak and twice baked potatoes and salads and cheesecakes, which is what we had last NYE, which wasn't on purpose. It should be a nice, quiet evening.
2007 was mostly an in-between year. In 2006, we moved to Greensboro and I started grad school, which was a huge sea change for me. In 2007, there weren't as many big changes (though there were a couple; Jeff got hired at his job as a real
