How’s it going so far? It’s still relatively early, so not much is happening. Mom’s sanctioned off the basement as the Present Wrapping Zone. Here’s a picture she’s sent from the war zone:
I hope you’re alright. The holidays are, in my experience, gray and lonesome. I’m listening to Chappell Roan to counteract it. Her sad songs let me wallow and her happy songs lift me back up like a bungee cord.
In other news, Achilles is still jumping on people’s backs. It’s a big habit now, a very cute one.
So yeah, not much happening now. I’ll write you real words tomorrow when there’s more to talk about. I just wanted to send a few words your way. I love you. It’ll be alright.
With love,
Alice