Happy Holidays: on ham, Freshman Comp papers, the Blackwater Massacre, sad Christmas music . . .

I slept until ten today. I rarely do that as an adult, unless I’ve had too much to drink (I had NONE to drink last night — not really my jam, these days). I think I was just resting, just dreaming, just snuggling in with Abe.

How could I possibly get out of bed when this was snuggling with me?