I'm back from the festivities, having stumbled off the plane last night. Among my Christmas presents was an end to my month-long plateau. Just a pound down, but it can't be flight dehydration because my period is about to start. That's a bit of a surprise. I enjoyed myself and had reasonable amounts of everything I wanted. I probably drank more wine in the last week than in the preceding six months, but I also drank vats of water.
You know, I really love roast turkey leftovers -- with a dry Indian pickle, with olives, or with just about anything pungent and chewy. I had a direct flight; if I hadn't had to cross a border to get home I'd have liked to take some back with me. I also wish I could have brought back some bagels. Montreal bagels aren't like anything else. They're chewy, a little sweet, and small; even an SLDer can have one at breakfast without feeling overwhelmed. I miss them.
