Christmas feels like being on a slightly shaking moving train. It’s a day where there’s a set course, and everyone is on board, but one can live in a small compartment if they choose. This is the least social Christmas I think I’ve ever had, but I am warmed by the knowledge that just last week I had a nice last-day-of-Hanukkah that was essentially an early Christmas. (I am of no religion myself.) I may try to figure out how the giant PS3 control device works. It is so intimidating, I think I’ve avoided it for a couple years now. So many buttons. All I want is a glove you slip on, through which you can pick up things and fire things naturally, without needing to learn about buttons. Beyond that, I’m unshaven (on my beard) like nobody’s business. I could make patterns if I wanted to. Maybe later.