So on Thursday, I had the really smart idea to leave work, and take the train not home, but all the way down to Fredericksburg, where I would meet Missy, and my sister-in-law, and Richard for dinner, with his family and friends, for Christmas.
It worked out great. I rode the train, and felt like I was coming home for the holidays. I beat the traffic, and when Missy and Richard picked me up, it felt like I was traveling into an alternate universe, a bit.
We had a lovely dinner. I ate way too much food, including baked ham. That's not something I've had a lot. I grew up in a jewish family, and while we did do the turkey at Thanksgiving thing, having a special Christmas dinner wasn't something we did a lot. The ham was really, really good.
There's no deep message to this gratitude, it was just a particularly lovely day.