And the rice pudding was lovely! We shared wine, including Que Saudade from what I suspect may become a new favorite vineyard, Forlorn Hope.
Then Christmas Eve dinner with my family, and Christmas Day dinner with Mark's family. The day after Christmas we had a visit with our friends in from Pittsburgh, and today we had a visit with our friends and former neighbors from way back when we lived in Gurnee, up near the Wisconsin border.
Now I'm craving a small introverted period, time spent hibernating in Casa del Lobos with the kids, making crafts, baking sweet things, and drinking coffee and/or hot chocolate. I'm happy that the kids don't have school, grateful that I don't have to leave the house except for possible sledding/snowball fights in the backyard and maybe some grocery shopping.
I'm hopeful that I can get Conclave finished up and ready to print. I have to send it off soon. Not only are people waiting for it, but I will not have the freedom to work on my own writing until this issue is on its way.
And I need to write.
The stories are inside of me begging, bursting, bubbling.
So much to be done in the new year.