First, I want to ask: Is there a word for "fear of other people's handwriting"? I have been trying to decipher your mailing addresses! Which brings me to my second point: I just want to remind you there are 12 days of Christmas, which BEGIN on Christmas Day, so when you get your cards after the 25th, they are still technically on time. :-)
Okay, now that I have that out of the way, here's my day on December 20:
Up and ready to begin my day, looking out my kitchen window to make sure the sun is rising again today.
Off the bus and onto the subway.
Headed to the doctor's office for my annual physical exam.
Doctor to Susan: "Do you have any questions?"
Susan to Doctor: "Yes." (pause) "Can I take a picture of your shoes?"
Headed to the subway again. This tree is decorated for Christmas -
can you see what it says on the bag?
Off the subway and headed to work.
Later than usual arrival to my desk.
Sneaking outside to get some lunch.
It's starting to snow!
This is the view from the window near my desk,
looking out onto the hub of the biotech universe -
Kendall Square, Cambridge.
I am responsible for the fact that some of the walls at work are this color.
Some folks love me for this, some want to strangle me.
My view for a good portion of the day.
Decided to walk from Cambridge to Boston so that I could enjoy the snowflakes and walk over the Longfellow Bridge (as in Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, who used to live nearby). That's the icy Charles River to the right.
Make Way for Ducklings! (Google that if necessary).
I had to sneak in a second picture from the Public Garden. I wish the snow was deeper, but still, it captures the romance of winter to me.
Off the bus and almost home - my street.
In from the cold at last!
The remains of my very lame dinner.
To bed. Yay!
(In my bed I pretend I am floating on waves -
I am surrounded by the colors of the sea and stones)