Damon has allowed himself to be persuaded to take the week between Christmas and New Year's off. I promised him ten straight days of doing whatever he wants. I promised he'd like it.
Which means, if he wants the computer, he gets it. If he wants to go out, we'll go out. If he wants me to watch with him while he catches up on Netflix, I'll be watching more TV than I normally would. If he wants to sleep all afternoon, I'll be doing something quiet so as not to disturb him.
So maybe I'll be a little lax about blogging. You'll be too busy keeping Christmas to want to read me, anyway, right?
Happy Christmas, Merry New Year, and may you have the most precious commodity of modern life - control of your own time.
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