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:: yawn::

But feeling better, after 9-10 hours of uninterrupted sleep.

Yesterday when my mother and I were decorating the tree she'd turned on some Christmas-y program on the radio where famous and semi-famous persons talked about what Christmas meant to them, which was all wonderfully profound, religious, spiritual and whatnot... nothing wrong with that, obviously, but personally speaking I define a good Christmas as one that passes without family drama, shouting or someone's bad mood spoiling everything; where (god forbid) I even have a quiet, relaxed conversation with my father (even if it's only about Potsdam and rococo architecture) and everyone likes their presents (which, again, is something of a minor miracle with my father) and no drama. Given these admittedly somewhat minimalist expectations it was a good un-stressful Christmas.

Even better, when I came home there was a package from

soavezefiretto in the mailbox. ::squee:: Thankyouthankyouthankyou*hugs*!!

[And now I'll be off to the parents again to make a Mohnstrudel and Nussstrudel for when my sister and her boyfriend come over for lunch and when they like their presents and if

soavezefiretto's gift turns out not to be lost, after all, it'll be all quite perfect...]

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*hugs back* :-)) Well, I have no news yet, but I wouldn't worry, the spanish postal service is not all that, erm, efficient. Which means my package is probably not lost, but restin peacefully on a shelf in the WRONG post-office, and on Monday some hung-over postman will notice and drag it to my place.

Next time I'll hire a Brieftaube or ten... even weighed down as it would have been it could barely be slower...

When/if you get it you'll see why I'm biting my fingernails like this...