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Christmas around here was very silent. In the morning I walked over to the train station to get my bottle of wine. I came home and slept all of the possible daylight away. After awakening, I held off awhile before corking the Bordeaux; I thought it best not to start right in with the drinking in what was my "morning", lest I actually prove the real wino I am. After a few hours I settled into bed once again and started watching some Twin Peaks that I had rented in preparation for the holiday alone. I got to speak with Clay briefly before he had to run off for his own family celebrations. Later still I had an overwhelming experience with the Skype internet telephone thing. Griog got us all in a conference together; Mother and Gramma on one phone together, William, Griog and I. Of course I didn't get much speaking time in that conversation. I suppose it was nice, nonetheless.

Today it snowed here, leaving a pretty decent little coat on everything. I finally went out to return DVDs and purchase more wine and rations. In other news, the hotel in Prague is finally reserved so everything is in place now for the little vacation Clay and I will take when he arrives here in February. Only thing left is to wait, but not for too long!