Shortest Days

I didn’t get home this year for Christmas. Thank the Seattle giant blizzard for that. Even the thought of being added to the steadily growing morass of stranded travelers at SeaTac made me stay here. It wasn’t so much that I was worried about this flight not making it to Seattle. Worst case scenario, I turned around and drove back home after a few obnoxious hours at the airport. But making the first connection, but having the second cancelled… ugh.

So I spent Christmas curled up with the cats, eating smoked deli turkey, and looking at the blanket of snow outside.