Rainy Day Sunday

Some people have very busy Christmas holidays. I used to, but with my grandparents passed away and my sister having lost her home and having had to move into the long-term-nursing facility, my family just doesn't get together that much anymore. Furthermore, I use my floating holidays around Independence Day in order to go to Westercon, so I don't get Christmas Eve off anyway. Finally, Lisa and really dislike getting out in the mess that is last-minute Christmas shopping anyway. So we stayed home today. I went no farther than the Wigwam restaurant for breakfast. It was really quiet this morning; so quiet that I could hear a train blowing for the nearest mainline grade crossing, which is a bit more than 10 km away at Painted Rock Road and over a small ridge that separates Fernley from the Truckee River.

It has been my practice of late to go bowling after breakfast on Sunday due to the half-price special they run on Sunday mornings; however, what with the trip to see Who's Holiday I feel like I've overspent on recreation, so all I did was talk a walk through town. It looked rather gloomy out there, and I would say it looked like snowing, except that it was a little too warm (above freezing). Still, shortly after I got home, it started raining.

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This evening, with the rain gone for a while, Lisa and I took another walk. That's about all we did today, though. Tomorrow I'm working, albeit on light duty due to the holiday, about which more tomorrow, maybe.