insert whine here:

I love my family, I needed to be here for my brother and dad on the first mom-less Christmas, everyone is behaving well (being very careful about my shoulder and my limits), I know I'm privileged to be able to fly down and see them.

However: ohgod I miss my wife and my cats and my bed.

*emo panda*

Hour 6 of football.

Writing gory The Strangers-esque stalk-and-kill horror for EMH.

I feel like this: