So, yesterday I made cinnamon rolls from scratch... and they turned out pretty damn good, if I do say so myself.
And like most really good things, you need to flip them over to get to the good stuff on the bottom.
My sister's cooking so I'll be going over there for turkey, and filling, and what ever else she cooks. My brother-in-law is going to pick up my Mom - she will stay about an hour, which is probably about as long as I'll stay. We're not a big Christmas family, and as we get older we become less so.
The dogs got their new toys which meant the house was filled with squeaks and rattles - now they're napping so things are quiet.
Legally I can start lifting tomorrow. That means I can start going back to the gym. Of course for the next couple of weeks that's not going to be as much fun as it was, not because I'm so out of shape (which I am); rather it's going to be filled with all those nincompoops trying to keep their New Year's resolution about getting healthy. 99.9% of them will fail. Also, the temperature is going to drop, like in "wow, we're not even going to get up to freezing!" Which means I'm not going to be able to wear my cute, little shorts. Nope, I'll be in baggy sweatpants 'to and from' the gym.
And while everybody seems to be tripping over themselves to say Merry Christmas just to prove they have no problem saying it, I'm going to wish everybody a Happy Holidays. You see, I know people who are Jewish, and people who are Muslim, and Hindus, and a number who don't believe anything at all, and since my own beliefs tend to travel along more philosophical lines, I'm going to stay secular.