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I have returned from the wilds of Noank, bearing a sandwich bag of spritz cookies and a pair of brand new kitchen shears. This was probably the most low-key Christmas ever, partly because Mom had a truly wretched cold (which I hope I don't end up getting, because it sounded like either bronchitis or pneumonia, but it's getting better after three days. Dad's getting some sort of cold, but hopefully not that sort.). So I put up the tree and baked the cookie dough that was mixed up, and we mostly sat around in each other's company for three days and ate appropriate meals at appropriate intervals. I've discovered what happens when you put peach brandy in eggnog, and all I'll say about that is it's a good thing I can't buy eggnog after next week. I'm trying to decide if I want to go out again and buy brandy before we get whatever precipitation we're going to get. Some eggnog fell off the shelf and landed in the basket while I was out buying other things earlier.

I think I'll spend tomorrow trying to get page 15 of the embroidery pattern finished, and providing lap space for various cats. I am, after all, on vacation, so there.