Hello, reader! Merry Christmas to you. I'm so glad you stopped by. I've had a very topsy-turvy year, full of ups and downs. And as such, I'm thankful to be having the quietest Christmas ever with just my mom, here at home, with a minimum of presents (both of us didn't really want anything of consequence), a pinch of holiday-esque food, and my favorite holiday tradition, now in its fourth year: Bond movie marathons on TV.The utter silliness of the old Bonds, punctuated by drink-refreshing commercial breaks, started as my only way to get excitement during a month-long break from the college atmosphere and evolved into something much more pointless. But it's still great fun and beats the hell out of Christmas Story and It's a Wonderful Life marathons.Tomorrow's supposed to be 75 and sunny, and I couldn't be happier about that. Sure, it seems un-Christmasy, but around this time a year ago I was exposed to so much snowy cloudcover that I had convinced myself I had Seasonal Affective Disorder, and I hadn't even seen any pharmaceutical commercials in months by that point. It's a bizarre thing to be excited about, I admit, but I'm happy about it nonetheless. It's kind of like when you see a dog that's clearly been abused, and all you want to do is spoil it for the rest of its life. I'm definitely not a victim on the same level as a dog like that, but I am a little sensitive about the whole 'lonely winter' thing after enduring it for a season.So Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good day!