My anticipation of the girls coming home for Christmas has been more of an unconscious longing and informal preparation. I haven’t been too weepy, except when they actually pick up their cell phones and I can hear their angelic voices. Nor have I been referring to Christmas lists, or rather Twitter images and Powerpoint presentations, trying to check off items. This morning I think I transitioned into active status when I realized they’d be home in less than a week.

I put out the good toilet paper.


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