Good Love is Hard to Find

Even though Christmas is a beautiful holiday that deserves my ultimate respect and attention, I can't help but be relieved to the core when it is over due to the freight train of discomfort it tends to bring with it, fair or not.
So December 26th in some ways is the real emotional holiday for me.  I had a new book, tons of leftovers for snacks, a warm bed, a day off, a semi affectionate cat and this interesting, warm, talented man writing songs in the other room that claims to love me who fortunately happens to be my husband.  What the fuck else does anyone really need?