The Ink-Pot and the Palette

A week ago, a dear friend hurt me pretty badly. Today, the post office delivered the mail they've been holding for me since I left on vacation, and in it was a very lovely, thoughtful gift from that same friend.

About four months ago now, Monsoon died. It was a shocking thing to witness, and I knew I hadn't fully dealt with it.

When I opened my front door to get my mail this afternoon, a young cat, about three months of age, came strolling in to my house.

( I felt I knew him. )

Monsoon came back today from his long (but very comfortable) exile at my mother's house, and after a bit of a pout in the basement, seemed very glad to be home.

My Serenity DVD arrived this afternoon, and I'm going to make a new Christmas Eve tradition of watching it. With a shot of Laphroaig. And maybe some cake.

( I hope all my LJ friends are enjoying as pleasant a holiday as I am. )

Okay, I'm cracking my bottle of Laphroaig and cueing up the DVD.

Merry Christmas, everybody.