A normal Christmas? Overrated.

It is Christmas Eve and I am in a house that is not mine,  sitting on a bed that is not mine next to a dog that is not mine who has a very strange respiratory issue.  She sneezes inwardly and I think she is allergic to me because she does it a lot.  Very weird.  But par for the course of my life in that it is just another way in which my life is exceedingly not normal.


From Christmas to Christmas I am never quite sure where I'll be or if I'll see family.  Last year I had a Narnia-like Christmas with my parents on the frozen tundra and this year I am by myself eating left-over pizza out of some else's fridge, working my way through season 6 of the The West Wing (great show bt-dubs), listening to a dog sneeze inward (still trying to figure out how that works).  Oh, and before you think I am a super lazy, which is probably true, I did go running today.  It was horrible.  Legs cramped, side cramped, hands cramped, brain cramped, but I survived.  What will next year bring?  Whatever it is, I'm sure it'll be not normal.....or at least I hope.....maybe with less cramping.


Well, Merry Christmas.  I hope those who read this are happy, well fed and coal-free in their stockings this year.  I am going to go back to The West Wing for now.  Only 1 more season to go and this is like the only endurance sport that I am good at.  And bonus - no cramping.