Two weeks of break cannot possibly have already passed. Life for the moment is lacking all responsibility and structure, and I'm not complaining. Although I do wish that the HRC wasn't closed for so long. The notion that I would somehow patch up whatever damage the past semester has done to my body is dying a slow death. It doesn't help that Ma got chocolate truffles for Christmas. Two boxes of the stuff. No one should have to eat all those things alone. She's my mother and I'm compelled.
Oh, family. There's been a parade come through. Kate and her boyfriend, Cameron, are here. Dad left a couple days ago. At one point all four of us were in the same room, staring at the pastor of my childhood days, Sandy, as she bopped and squealed to see us. Sandy has recently celebrated her twentieth anniversary at St. Francis (and noted that I was 6 months old when she arrived). She's also somehow fractured her pelvis, but related both these events with equal excitement. (Dad, later: "I wish I shared her gift of merriment.")
In response the four of us were very much introverts. Sandy pried maybe six words from Cameron before relenting. He radiated his usual silent zen. Dad was quiet, except when prompted, but as always, spoke in very carefully thought out turns of phrase. Kate was awkward (read: cute). When excited, she's very much a nonlinear speaker, and approaches the task with glee. As for me, I was either wrapped in the personality exchange going on or answering the Usual Questions.
Good times, really. Must run.
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