Christmas Day.  We had nothing special planned.  We got up as usual, and I remembered to make yesterday’s entry while my sweetie made us breakfast.  After breakfast, I read the rest of the Sunday paper and then decided to make another meatloaf.  (I made one a couple of weeks ago; we ate part of it and froze two additional meals’ worth, and we both liked it a lot.)  I had just put it into the oven when my sweetie came home from shopping.

I finished the paper, did some work and some play on the computer, and got the meatloaf out of the oven, and it wasn’t even lunch time yet.  So it was a lovely leisurely day.  I discovered that one of the PBS channels was playing a lot of “Miss Marple” mysteries.  It’s not the version I prefer, but it’s easy to take and I like the background noise when I’m not paying strict attention.

Late in the afternoon I decided to do a short workout.  I did sixteen plus four (sixteen minutes fast, four cooldown) on the elliptical, and then did my abbreviated strength workout (just pushups, crunches, free weights, and stretches).  I got back upstairs just before my sweetie came back from his walk.  I showered and gave myself a lavender soak (thanks, still, to my cousin), and went back to Agatha Christie on television, sampling one of my exotic chocolates as my post-workout snack.

The phone rang– a voice from the past:  One of my high-school friends, in town for Christmas (they’d seen Follies the other night) just saying hello.  The connection with my old friends is, as I’ve mentioned, extremely rewarding.  As she said, repeating the sentiment of another old friend, it’s too bad that this is the occasion of our reconnecting, but the reconnecting is a good thing.

Merry Christmas.  Happy Thanksgiving.