day after christmas: a storm on the horizon, low sky, high wind. my dad brought me breakfast in bed for no reason, and i ate my english muffin while i finished the first of my many christmas books and blew my nose every three seconds. strong black coffee and big fluffy blankets, knowing tonight will be spent in the company of loved ones, as have been the past few days, and i don't have to work until tuesday. all in all i am a happy duck.