The priest, although apparently quite academic, sounded like a robot every time he read something out loud...each syllable was very distinct, if not natural.
Dinner and drinks with the family. Traditional Ukrainian Borscht and Perogies.
More drinks and a round of spinner. Fun game.
It's late and I'm ripping cds onto a portable hard drive...had a lot of cds from my high school days and I guess I'd like more of them on MP3. Too heavy and awkward to bring all that plastic over to Washington.
I'm excited for Christmas morning, but this is the first time (ever?) where I'm more excited about how my parents will like the gifts I got for them rather than the stuff I'm hoping to receive. I know I should have had this epiphany at an earlier age, but the past MANY christmases post-college for me have all been abroad and away from family...so this is different.