So it is Christmas Eve. It doesn't feel especially like the day before a holiday over here in the Pride household. Magda is working on her violin lesson. I spent the morning listening to my three semesters' worth of Chorale CDs and writing more Erthe at last. It comes slowly. I enjoy thinking about my other world quite a bit, adding to it and altering it in my head, but it never entirely takes life until I write it.

So people aren't posting to their blogs very much. I guess I should expect that. It is rather hard for me to remember that a week ago I was on the road still. I feel like I've been at home for a very long time already, and that PHC is far behind me. It is curious how time dilates (B-theory of time) or at least seems to dilate (A-theory of time). :D  ¶ 11:54 AM