I have survived another Christmas with my mother. Sid was given more things than he needs and maybe even deserves. He's a good kid and has a pretty decent head on his shoulders,but sometimes I worry that his father indulges him too much with expensive toys. I think maybe next year it would be good for him to volunteer a little bit.

My break is going by fast. I haven't gotten to do as much reading and no writing, but there is still time for these things. I probably shouldn't be too hard on myself since I have also been sick the past few days.

But, tomorrow it is back to a the poem a day workout.

I have so much more to say but all my words were used in another long phone conversation last night. Words and time once again well spent.