if i only knew...

Christmas Eve

It's 12.47am on christmas day. Why is it that this evening seems so tranquil and calm? After dinner i looked at my christmas presents a bit, but then came back to my room and did stuff that i didn't do for the past month or so, i picked up nervousness LMAOs and worked on them, i posted to mailing lists i neglected lately, and when i got sleepy instead of picking up all the day's stuff from my bed and dumping it on the floor, i started putting everything to it's own place, without having to remind myself to do so. I stopped at the bookshelf to pick up a random book and read a bit. Then put it back. Things that i rarely do on normal days. But why is that? Maybe it's the thought in the back of my mind that this evening IS the evening where you don't have to worry about anything, because you can't do anything else than be home and be happy. No public transport to go somewhere with, no stores open to go to, no friends to call to go out, etc. I am posting this in order to somehow create a reminder for this moment. I hope i can remember this feeling during the rest of the year, the 364 days when the evenings are not so tranquil.

Happy christmas! This is my window in its holiday clothes: