Merry Christmas!

I have a sleeping Mac at my feet (I suspect I'm in His Spot, or one of them), and a sleeping fiancé beside me. Baz tried for a spot on my suitcase, but Mac was having none of it, so he's off having visions of sugarplums elsewhere in the house. I? Am not sleeping, clearly. Still, despite airline and train stiffness I feel pretty good. It's not as cold as I'd feared (yet, sneer the weather gods, I'm sure). My beloved should wake up before too long to start bread baking, then we're off to friends for Christmas Day. Though I think Santa may have visited.