the post about after christmas

• i'm still here.
• visitors, visitors, visitors: my mom, my sister (who i haven't seen in 1.5 years b/c she lives literally halfway around the world), the in-laws, the sister-in-law, the brother-in-law. not all at the same time. the mr and i refused to travel after last year. it's just not a good time for a pastor to 'get away,' particularly if you're stuck with preaching the sunday after christmas (which i have been for the past two years... got to love being an associate at a larger church. i mean, would the world truly end if the congregation was left to their own devices? then again, i really like preaching sundays that returning college students are here).
  
• woke up on advent 4 at 3 a.m. to the mr puking. he looked awful all of sunday but didn't throw up again and was eating again by christmas eve.
  
• will never again have to preach my first christmas eve sermon. ever. yay. i ditched the notes halfway through and walked out of the pulpit. gasp! i've done that all of... twice, both occasions when someone died (once during a wedding!) and the pulpit felt too removed (it's very statuesque).
  
• have decided that netflix's watching videos instantly on the computer is pretty much the best thing ever, when your brain is too mushy to read. on wednesday and thursday, i watched hours and hours of the office, puccini 4 beginners (not so great), and sense @nd sensibility.