Today was the last day of work, and it always makes me feel melancholy. All those goodbyes. Next time we see the library Christmas trees and decorations they will be taking them down.
I got four Christmas cards this year. One from the president of my horror club, thanking me for all my help and positivity, and encouraging me in my writing. One from my office mate, including four Christmas-themed puns on philosophers' names. One from my philosopher friend Harvey, looking forward to more deep discussions over coffee next year. And one from my old sort-of-Anglican friend Paul, with a barebones message. (He's not much of a writer.)
(I got some very kind Christmas gifts, too.)
It's funny how much Christmas cards mean....to me, anyway. I know not everybody likes them, because one member of my horror club let it be known that he didn't want any. But I like them.
Even free e-cards...you know, like these ones.