Just as predicted, we blinked twice and it was Christmas Eve; another two blinks and it was New Year’s Eve. And now, it’s all over again. Another Christmas break is little more than memory. But that’s not a bad thing: Most of our lives are memory. The present is just a passing phase that disappears as soon as you acknowledge its existence. The future is relatively uncertain. So it’s our memories that make up the majority of our life.
Slightly more serious
Today was glorious, but we were all tired, so we stayed home. It was a lazy day from the beginning: the alarm went off at seven, and it took only a moment for K and me to decide that the eleven o’clock Mass was a better option than the nine o’clock Mass.
Slightly less
We were thinking about going for some afternoon outing, perhaps hiking somewhere, but soon after Mass, as we were heading to the car, I think I’d decided that even going to a nearby park might be too ambitious.
So in the end, we spent the day at home. There was an abundance of trampoline time, including the fun game of Charge Yourself with Ample Static Electricity by Shuffling Around the Trampoline with Your Socks On Then Discharge It All Onto Daddy’s Bald Head. A fun game, that.