...I am done.

Granted I haven't slept since yesterday morning, and I have two hours to pack for four weeks away, including a little housecleaning so I don't feel it nagging me in the back (2700 miles back) part of my mind.

There's a little story about Christmases and my own personal holiday tradition, but it'll have to wait until after I sleep, because it's about all I can do to type this, and I shouldn't even be doing that in the face of folding, packing, forgetting, remembering, forgetting again, cleaning, and oh the lugging.

But it doesn't matter, because the semester's done.

yay