Santa was pretty good to bubba this year. The cat was amazingly cooperative about the antlers. Had a great dinner. Got some architecture books. A new phone case. A cubist flower vase made out of repurposed wood from a torn down house in town. Bonus: I was the fortunate recipient of an abandoned office white elephant gift (Maybe bubba would want this...): an Icelandic art piece of flies made from recycled rubber by Tinna Gunnarsdottir (I am an Icelandiphile as well as a keeper of a Black Soldier Fly larvae colony: Perfect!). I also got an uplifting book called "All My Friends Are Dead." Existentialism and Christmas are a perfect mix...
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