We went to St. Will's for Mass on Christmas Eve. Hadn't been there since last Christmas Eve. I was glad to be there. Familiar faces and a small, pretty Church. Much more comfortable to me than the one we've been going to for convenience's sake. And I ran into Katie, from my grade school class, to whom I hadn't spoken since 8th grade! She told me that she'd been working with the Peace Corps in Uzbekistan, and would be going to Guatemala soon. And I felt terribly insignificant when I said that I was flight attendant, but she seemed to think that that was pretty cool. So we were mutually interested/ing. At least, that's what I like to think.
I flew the day after Christmas (that would be yesterday) to Punta Cana. We had nearly a full plane on the way there but no passengers on the way back! It was great. I spread out across three seats and read and slept. Woo!
Um. I want to go to Oklahoma. But I can't. My schedule for January won't allow it.