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Ahoy again. I am enjoying a pretty laidback post-Christmas week. Today, as you may have noticed, is New Year's Eve. I have decided to celebrate by coming down with a crashing cold/fever/aches'n'pains. However, I have just slept for a few hours and feel much better than this morning, so I suspect I will be able to stay awake until midnight at Katie F's party. Dad is the prime suspect as the source of infection (what a good post-Christmas present), as he was quite sick himself before I came home, and in a similar way.

So, what have I been up to since the 25th? Weeell, it has been razzer quiet because Boopsie took herself away to fencing camp on Tuesday, returning Thursday with a very delightful Team Alberta jacket (!!!) and many happy stories of pot-smoking housekeeping ladies, hall parties, and epeeists' bruises. Wednesday had a lovely day with Becca. Laura was going to come, but instead had to brave the lion's den of meeting her boyfriend's extended family and receiving a scarf of questionable sartorial value -- though I think she is warming to it. So Becca and I were left to our own devices and had a running-themed day: a quick run in the afternoon, followed by dinner and a showing of Chariots of Fire (highly recommended).

Thursday was busy: lunch with the delightful Mackeys, who are in fine form. Terry seems to be recovering pretty well from his nasty tropical disease. No, really, he had Dengue fever, which is not a good time. Anyway, it was great to catch up with them a bit and hear some stories. After lunch, I ran over to Laura's to hang out for a bit. I had a really good chat on the phone with her the other day, too, which was nice. Sometimes I forget we can use the phone for such things. Then it was back home to pop in on dinner with the Pratts. However, I scuttled away to go see Narnia with Katie. Both the movie and the company were a pleasure, though I think C.S. Lewis should really have thought about putting in a positive female character over the age of six. However good Lucy may be, Susan is sort of lame. The White Witch freaks me out no end, so well done there, Tilda Swinton.

Friday (yesterday! How time flies) we went on a Greenwood's expedition with our Christmas money from Grannie. I met Jeanne-Marie there, and we had our usual squeals-and-hugs followed by a brief catchup. She leaves town just before I do, to go back to her dance troupe for a few more weeks. Lori and Colleen came over for dinner-and-a-movie after that, and it was very, very nice to see them again. They are charming, charming girls (and isn't it lucky for them that they know me?). We compared semesters and Christmas presents and holiday plans and watched The Interpreter, which wasn't half bad.

I am anxiously awaiting my exam marks, as the only one I have back right now is geography, an 88% on the exam, so not bad. I have thank-you letters to write, though, so that will take my mind off it.