In which I write about nothing

Hi!
I realize that probably no one will read this (with such an exciting title, how could you not?), especially since my most devoted readers are either with me or will be very shortly (yaay!). But for some reason I feel the need to update the random friends who occasionally tell me that they read what I write. Hi guys!

So, after I think 21 total hours in the air in like four days, I'm in Atlanta. (That was Cairns to Sydney, Sydney to LA, and LA to Atlanta.) And it's warm! I mean not like Cairns oh-my-god-it's-three-in-the-morning, -how-is-the-kitchen-this-hot warm, but hey-it's-december-and-i-don't-mind -being-outside-in-a-long-sleeved-t-shirt warm. Which I think converts to about 72 farenheit. Also, farenheit is hard to spell. Is that right? I should look it up, since I am (clearly) on my computer right now. Also, this is turning out to be a very weird post. But I was tired of looking at the picture of Nathan grabbing Al's nipple, and, as previously stated, no one will read this anyway.

Yeah. So. Sydney was nice, the weather was terrible as always because Sydney hates us. But we did some shopping and got some massages, which were Jon and my Christmas presents to each other. I have now introduced him to the wonderful world of spas and massages. I was reflecting during my massage, because they asked me if I had ever had one before, on how many massages I've actually had. The answer is dozens. Not sure quite how many dozens, but a lot. Seriously. My family is just a massage family. Some families hike on vacation. Some golf. Some ski. We get massages. Pretty much anywhere. I've had massages in obvious places like Atlanta and LA, but also less obvious ones like Tahiti and Africa. It's also a favorite gift if we run out of ideas. I decided during my masssage that I've probably averaged at least two a year since I was like eight. Seriously, Jenny and I would split an hour massage between the two of us, because how much eight-year-old is really there for them to rub? And how much tension could we possibly have had? And over the last few years, it's been way more than that. I think I had four in 2006. Not counting physical therapy. Wait, no. Five.

Anyway, important stuff.

So I made it back, saw some friends in LA, and arrived just in time to sing Handel's Messiah at Westminster, which was... a little weak. But fun. And the Ensemble reunion concert, which is also fun, and almost made me cry when George directed And So it Goes. (Now all the random people I talked about earlier are wishing they hadn't actually read this post.) So friends are good, seeing some family has been good, seeing other family has been lots of drama, but overall it's been fun. I taught about forty Trinity 6th graders 45-minutes worth of the coolest marine biology stuff I could think of, which was actually a lot of fun. Looking forward to leaving for Key West on the 25th.

Okay, that's it! Sorry! I'll try to stay coherent in the future. (And include pictures.) Merry Christmas eve eve eve eve eve eve!