I'm home sick (and homesick) these days, curling up in our sofa with coffee and magazines, wrapped in blankets and feeling sorry for myself. Despite being aware that it's my birthday in three days, it just dawned on me that it's December. Where did this year go?
We have stars in our window
Anna is celebrating Christmas in the apartment and bought a little tree this weekend. It's not the most decorated tree, but it's sort of cute.
This is my base today. I plan on not getting up for a few hours, and so far I have everything I need; blankets, magazines, coffee and my computer with music. The sofa is a bed now, after people broke the legs at the party on Saturday. But we actually like it better like this.