It was a quiet holiday season. We stayed around Dallas because traveling to visit family was unsafe.
The 70-degree days make it a little strange to celebrate a winter holiday, but the downtown lights help. You’d think I would have gotten used to this after living in Miami, but it never feels normal.
Aside from the eventual disappearance of the Christmas decorations around town and the inevitable emergence of illegally dumped trees, there’s not much to mark the start of another year. Work’s busy and I’m supposedly getting the most of my fancy gym membership, but there’s not much else going on.
And perhaps after a traumatic year with a bizarre election, crime, riots, a pandemic, and a cross-country move, a little boring productivity and unseasonably warm weather isn’t a bad thing.
A least the lights are pretty. 🎄
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