Holiday times as maximum drive

I just got back from Vegas visiting the fam, and am a bit melancholy now that I'm back home on my own. My cousins Krista and Jim were able to join us, and I haven't seen them since 1999 when I graduated from college, and my grandma brought them with her. They were, like, eight and ten, and I remember them asking, "Can we stay with you?" when my grandma was getting ready to depart, and I said, "Sure, if you want to help me pack," to which they said, "Yeeeah!" immediately inciting a scolding from grandma.

I also got to meet my new niece and nephew, who are both adorable-pie.

We tossed back Crown on Christmas day, I lost a good eighty bucks at the Cannery, and came home with a bunch of gifts I really didn't need. The best gift was that it was the first time since probably the '80s that this entire part of the family had been together. (AWWWWwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww...) I kind of teared up a bit when I got in the car to head to the airport, and back to SF.

Prior to the trip to Sin City, I've really been making the most of my Winter Break. I trekked down to fucking Sunnyvale with Senna to visit Roze and her new baby, and nearly got trapped in San Mateo, as the Cal Train had to stop there, and all riders had to deboard and take a bus to the next station. It was a real Syrian refugee moment.

I saw a matinee of "Krampus" where I was the only person in the theatre, which was awesome. Can't say quite the same about the movie, but it was cute nonetheless.

I've been to the gym twice, which beats my previous record of once during the Christmas vacation. I'm trying to mobilize to go today, so we're holding out hope.

It's odd going from a packed house full of people and four to five small, hyperactive dogs to my quiet little Buddha temple apartment with my white ghost of a cat peering at me with big eyes from atop his cat tower. I love my solitude and the peace it provides, but a little human interaction every so often is kind of nice. Just a little, though.