Still Christmas, but after presents, after dinner

I am having a problem with Christmas; it seems like a schedule. Perhaps that is because of the point I am at in the schedule of my life. I just don’t know, so I’m not going to write any more about it; I may not think about for a while, either.

I think I’m going to crawl into warm cozy spot and read or play some adventure game on this little old laptop. And, of course, there are the leftovers.