It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas in our house now that Lily and I spent much of our day cleaning and decorating. She was introduced to Christmas lights today and was fascinated. Lily is not a fan of our ice skating Frosty the Snowman and has pulled him off the ice regularly. She also knocked down our miniature tree already. I love her so.
Lily enjoys the company of bunnies outside our window and will prance back and forth cooing at them.
With the house cleaned and decorated, I’m ready as ever to bring Aaron home!
I have been feeling progressively more awful all day and then made it worse by badly scraping my toe on the sidewalk, tearing away a large, thick piece of skin. After managing some minor unpacking, I put my feet up so the bleeding would stop and took it easy. Still feeling the same, I climbed into bed early to read.
Here’s to hoping I can fall asleep soon and wake up less uncomfortable.
I had a big interview today and wore my grandma’s ring for that piece of something you’re supposed to wear that reminds you of someone special (or something along those lines). The interview was tough to read because my three interviewers stayed stone-faced for the entirety of the 45 minute process. We’ll see. One of the positions focuses towards the Gettysburg area, so that would be really lovely. It’s rather rural and would make for great running grounds.
Feeling uncertain and mildly stressed, I came home and watched some Sex and the City and made an elaborate Christmas card to decompress.
Tomorrow I’m traveling to Warren, and I’m looking forward to decorating for Christmas, baking cookies, seeing my family, and, of course, hugging my little kitten. I really can’t wait for the two of us to have our own little place.
I’m counting the days until I bring my brother home. 16.
It didn’t feel like Thanksgiving day, but my long run was longer than last week’s, and from what my parents both said when I called this morning, my grandmothers both had the potential for a nice thanksgiving. I’m glad, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel a tinge of regret for not being there.
I finished watching The Newsroom tonight, so my queue of shows to watch expired. Fortunately Italo Calvino and I are cuddling up for a good read tonight.