Played a gig last night for Christmas Eve - the family was all there too - but I was in the balcony (aka The Hideout) and they were in the pews (a name that makes me chuckle. Because I'm 8).
Came home, ate pretty much every shred of food in the fridge, played Clue. A nice Christmas eve for sure!
This morning was great - presents, made a quiche and some cornbread muffins (sausage and cheese, hot pepper and cheese, and, well, cheese and cheese).
Cancer makes me appreciate things a lot more than I used to. So, cancer - you can go away now. Thank you very much.
Merry Christmas, everyone!
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