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It's Christmas Eve

I could be feeling a lot of negative emotions right now, but I'm not. Life doesn't have the same downward trajectory that I felt it had before. Yeah, I know it's only been a couple of months, but this is where I am right now in this moment. It's Christmas Eve, and even though I know there's no Santa Claus, and probably no Jesus even, I'm still allowing myself to get into the holiday spirit. I'm at home, comfortable and full. I just spent some good quality time with my family, and tomorrow I get to see my husband and spend a few days in Richmond with him. So things are good. They're not perfect, but I've yet to meet someone who's situation truly was. I got the new Adele from my Sister/Wife/Friend and it's really making me feel some type of way, but that's what I should have expected. I smoked in the backyard this evening when we got back from dinner, and it was almost too good to believe. It's like 60 degrees now, at night. It's definitely not going to be a white Christmas, but for once it's nice to see how people in Miami or in California must experience the holidays with this warm weather. It's kinda in the way when it comes to my wardrobe because a lot of my best stuff is winter clothing, but I'm sure January and February will bring a noticeable change. I ain't got a lot to say today, but I guess a good day deserves a post even if it is a short one.

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