Perfect.

[mrissa]

I hope that those of you who are having any kind of Christmas at all are having as good a Christmas as mine. Perfect Christmases are not built out of perfect people having perfect days. Perfect Christmases are built out of sleep-deprived people, people with colds, people with allergies or ear infections or sudden bouts of random baby crankiness, and yes, vertiginous people, spending time together because they love each other, or because they love people in common with each other.

Snow and very good homemade hot chocolate don't hurt, either.

I know some of you were hoping that the vertigo would take yesterday and today off. I was, too. It didn't. But it didn't ruin my Christmas Eve, it didn't ruin Christmas Day, and there is celebratory time with loved ones yet to come, some of it yet to schedule. And all of that is wonderful even when the loved ones seem to tilt and spin a little.

Tomorrow morning markgritter and I will leave for Milwaukee to see the Gritter side of the family as soon as he can manage to get up and at 'em. We return Friday night. We have been given great quantities of Kalevi Aho and Louis Armstrong music to while away Wisconsin.