It's officially the first day of winter.. and it's also snowing like a bastard. Yesterday I didn't even need to zip up my coat. And of course, today's the day my mom and dad are driving to Halifax. I'm a little nervous - it's very slushy and slippery because the temperature is just hovering at zero. So everyone think good thoughts for my mommy and daddy.

They're not going to be here for Xmas. Did I tell you that? I haven't told you much of anything these days, I know. I've been busy trying to get my life back in synch with kevin's. I think we're much closer than we were when he got back. We've had a few very deep conversations trying to clear up some of the conflicts we were having. I hope the holidays will help out, too.

It's very slushy and snowy out. I'd much rather be at home sipping hot chocolate, decorating my very own xmas tree with my love. It's home making our apartment smell delicious, right now, but it's naked and a little sad. It needs some shiny for sure. That'll be tonight's plan! I'm gonna make some hot chocolate and we'll decorate the tree.

Kevin's bought ninety-seven pounds of candy and chips and about four million litres of pop, because we're having a holiday bash on Thursday. Yay! We finally got his stuff up on shelves and out of boxes in the workroom, and I have the TV set up in there, too. The hallway is completely clear of extra boxes and whatnot - I'd been waiting to get to the flea market, but then I decided fuck it, it's the holidays, I'll give it away. So we dumped mostly everything off in the donation box. The apartment has never looked so good - but mind, don't go into the laundry room without a permit and a shovel.

I've been at a loss for words these past few weeks - even months. I'm here now, though, and I seem to be overflowing with things to say. Maybe because I hashed some things out with Kev that were bothering me; maybe just because it's so quiet at work that I have time to do this now.

I've got Yahoo radio set to the holiday jazz station. It's just delicious. And even though I bitch about the snow, it IS pretty, and I don't have to drive in it (although I take my life in my hands whenever I get into a taxicab). And no matter how much I'll hate the snow in March, it's just not Christmas without some snow.

Nevermind that it's supposed to be 11 degrees on Christmas Day.

[edited to add: I posted this entry, then re-read it.. and I have no recollection of writing half of it. It's quite surreal.]