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Turkey Day was survived. Heck. It was more than survived, it was down right *relished.* We had a lovely little jaunt home. One of the best parts was that, over the summer, my wife won a free night at a local hotel back home. So we cashed that in on the Friday after Thanksgiving. We got some dinner, saw a movie, did a little shopping, and then went back to the hotel for *privacy.* It was like a date in high school, only we got lucky at the end of it.

Now, it's pretty much the push through to Christmas right? But, to be honest, that's not so bad. I've actually got my shopping done done done. My mom, starting last year, has eliminated gift exchange on our side of the family. We pool some cash together, and collectively donate it (generally to a family member in need). And I got my wife's gift already: a really cute pearl necklace with matching earrings set that I found for (no lie) half off at Macy's. My wife takes care of the purchases for *her* side of the family: so I'm coasting.

Really, my only obligation right now is to get some editing done and half-ass my way to the end of term. I suppose I can manage. But, let me tell you, this weather isn't helping. I don't know what it is this year, but I *cannot* tolerate the cold at all. I just have no patience for it. The wind yesterday was killing me. I'm not sure what I'm going to do come January, when my ass is shivering on the corner, waiting for the bus while standing ankle deep in snow...

I feel like I keep putting the same journal entry up here over and over. But honestly: that's how boring my life is. Not in a bad way, mind you. I'm wonderfully content. Just, you know, it's *quiet.*

One thing: I have been a bit melancholy about leaving the city lately. There were a few jobs here in Chicago, but two of them didn't want me and one got frozen because of a little global economic meltdown thing. Whatevs. Truly, I always knew I probably wouldn't end up here, but I don't think I even really *believed* it you know? But, honestly, part of me is kind of relieved that I didn't get called for any of the local jobs. Because getting the interview, and then having to wait and see what happened - would be murder. And then not getting the job here in the city? I think I would beat myself up terrible over that. I dunno: maybe this is all just a rationalization. However, slowly but surely, I suppose I am coming to terms with moving on.