This morning we drove Brian’s mom to Sea-Tac, then on our way home we stopped in Seattle for breakfast at Broadway Grill. I had a mango mimosa with my poached eggs. Sunday mornings on Capitol Hill mean plentiful parking and no wait for a table. It was 9am. Mount Rainier loomed to the south, wearing a dainty wreath of white mist and a coat of snow. I’ll never tire of the sight of that dormant volcano.

We rode the ferry back and Brian dozed while I listened to NPR. Once we got home, it began to rain. I spent the majority of the rest of the afternoon cleaning the house, doing laundry, etc. I organized the holiday cards and realized I am eleven cards short. I’ll have to find some more tomorrow.

This promises to be the most low-key Christmas ever. No parties, no secret santa, not much of anything festive. Which is of course alright, and to be expected I guess, living where we are. While my mother-in-law was here, we bought a pine wreath and I hung it up on the front of the house. That is the extent of our decor.

Next year we will definitely have a tree, lights, and hopefully a party, too.

More than anything I am looking forward to the solstice, when the days will begin to get longer instead of shorter.

Also I miss my friends.