An Early Christmas

[published Tuesday, December 11]

Driving on my own is like a sacred experience. Sitting in the parking lot after guard practice, I can turn the heater on, choose whatever station I please, adjust my mirrors and my seat just the way I like as my mom's key chains dangle against my leg... There's just such a pure and unadulterated sense of bliss; so simple, and yet it's simplicity is what attracts me to it. As I drive on the fairly empty streets, I don't have to worry about hurrying home or trying to please anyone. Every time , I think maybe I'll stop in at Caitlin's or go to the store, but I just smile and push all trivialities from my mind. It's just me and the road and slightly concerning dim headlights.

Both guard practices were mainly drill; there was only a touch of learning work at the end. Although drill is infuriatingly boring, it sure beats technique, which had me quaking at the mere thought. But oh, then the work. I adore learning work. I may suck at making it strong or making it look nice or even succeeding at all, but I can damn well learn routine like nobody's business. It's super fun, and what with it being partner work, that just adds a dimension that reminds me that I could never quit guard and be happy about it. Ever.

Logan answered me tonight. Yes, I know it's been a month and a half, but I honestly don't care. It was so cute and made my heart melt like a joyful little benign volcano. I came home to a bouquet of roses, a Symphony bar, and a card with a poem he proudly stated to have written all by himself. The whole card and everything was so adorable and so precious and so Logan, I couldn't even handle it. My dad was annoyed by all my awwing and happy dancing, to say the least.

In other news, Tony and Janelle and I slept in the snow just as #yellowcardtoldusto. Dressember is going quite smoothly. Our Crime and Punishment book group is smashing, I have a perfect new favorite song ("Love is Easy" by McFly), and Eli is Mormon.

Life is so good.