merry (and pippin, too)

[wisdomeagle]

My Christmas card from Cynthia arrived today. She looks very happy, very pretty, very young. She must be creeping up on 40, but she looks exactly as I remember her from... it's been almost four years since I've seen her, four years since Jeane's funeral. Her Christmas newsletter made me smile, and laugh... so good to hear from her. So good to hear that she's doing well. My parents have apparently been cut from her Christmas card list. It's bad, but I feel more loved knowing that it's love I won because I'm me, not because I'm their daughter. Anyhow, I do miss Cynthia.She mentioned her "former parish in New Jersey" in the letter, and I realized with a twinge that we were the only parish she ever served.

Other than that. Exams continue to be done. I don't have much left to do except stay up late reading fic and haphazardly trying to get ready to leave. I think I'm going to further screw up my sleep schedule and try to take a little nap before I write the second half of my Christmas cards.

Sleepy.