In The Christmas Spirit
Nothing gets me ready for Christmas more--or makes me feel more at home--than waking up cold. By some miracle, the temperature difference between yesterday day and last night was about forty degrees; going to bed with a fan in the window, in retrospect, was not such a good idea. I couldn't bring myself to turn it off this morning, though, because it's bound to be around 65 degrees later today (so the room'll get up to around 85). How I long for the days when I will own a thermostat.
Being in the Christmas spirit means wanting to give. It also means wanting to receive. I want it, even if it turns out to be a practically useless toy (I don't think it will).
The police log in today's Breeze was completely blank; there have been no crimes committed here since last Wednesday. I guess everyone around here is in the Christmas spirit, too.
