It was nice to go "home" to spend Christmas with family — Helena brought many people much cheer — but there's nothing like coming home.
Dismayed by the news of no news from Mars. The Beagle may or may not have landed.
Today and yesterday felt more like Christmas than any day of the last couple weeks. Lazing about in my new Christmas pyjamas, and playing. Playing, and not working. Playing with baby, and with baby's toys, and on the computer. Reading. Relaxing.
I've added the soon to be published Mimi Smartypants to my sidebar because I think she's dreadfully funny. And she has a freshly adopted daughter about Helena's age, so I can compare notes.