December 24th, 2005.

I’m sleepy. Satisfied and sleepy. My fingers are sore from playing a nice, relaxed almost-Christmas gig up at Java Mamma’s tonight. Had some surprise guests, and a number of friends from far away.

It was perhaps a little TOO relaxed, I must admit. We were sl… mostly I was sloppy – losing lyrics, losing a good number of strings… I played Joni Mitchell’s “River” for the first time and sort of wished it had been as magical as I wanted it to be. Still – had a really good time.

My friend Whitney came down from Boston and made sugar cookie tongues for Christmas.

This house is always alarmingly lit for Christmas. Around the corner from my mom's house, the rest of the street is dark in recognition of the fact that they just can't compete. — This house is always alarmingly lit for Christmas. Around the corner from my mom’s house, the rest of the street is dark in recognition of the fact that they just can’t compete.

Something amusing obviously just occured here at the New Deal Cafe. I think that might be a snigger on my part, but that's definately a full-out Rowan guffaw. — Something amusing obviously just occured here at the New Deal Cafe. I think that might be a snigger on my part, but that’s definately a full-out Rowan guffaw.

Quiet, relaxed. I’m back at my mom’s house, so that state of affairs isn’t likely to last for very long – still – it’s Christmas Eve and I’ve got the quiet, quiet house to myself. Yawwwwn. Me and those cats. Think I’ll go find one and grab it by the head and give it some Love.