Winter?  I guess you can be fabulous, too.

My sis is engaged.  

I took the day off and sat on her bed and tried to soak as much of her in as I could.  Earlier in the month she had pointed out that we will never be roommates again.  Maybe never live in the same place again.  And sitting on her bed, I lost it for a few minutes, lost it hard.  

I am so proud of her.

I had my big presentation on Thursday, I spent hours and hours reading the conversation about it, drowning in criticism and journals and obscure references to mythology.  On Thursday I walked to the front of the room and someone delivered.  That's all I can come up with.  My knees weren't shaky, my voice was normal, I was even witty!  Dang.  God loves me.

And now it is Friday and I began to introduce Christmas to the apartment.  Dancing around in my pajamas, stringing up lights and ornaments and mistletoe.  It is Friday.  God is in heaven.  Jesus is over me.  The Spirit is in me.  And I smell like tree branches and cranberry.

Terrific.