On a broomstick

Christmas was really, really great. Lee and I opened presents, ate Chinese takeout, and almost finished Band of Brothers on Christmas Eve. On Christmas morning Lee dropped Boy and I off at my parents where I ate breakfast, played with Ozzie and Daisy (a yellow lab that my brother is pet-sitting), opened more presents and spent time with my uncle Barry. Boy was angry that there was a second dog in the house, but excited to see his brother Lenny. In the afternoon, Lee came back to my parents house with his parents and sister. We ate, drank, and played board games. It really was a wonderful Christmas, ruined only slightly by the fact that I have a dry socket and am still unable to comfortably eat anything.