Christmas was quiet and peaceful in our home. OC and I each spent the whole day kicked back and casual. He watched sports on TV, I read and played video games.
We had a simple Christmas meal for just the two of us. I roasted a chicken, made mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing, and steamed asparagus. We ate, we talked, we laughed. It was a mellow meal. Afterward I cleaned the dishes and packed us each a lunch of leftovers for today. Then I grabbed my book again.
About 35 minutes later OC woke me to tell me that the pie had cooled, and did I want a slice? “Mmm-ff, mm-ff,” I mumbled. “With ice cream.” Right about then I think warm apple pie was the only thing that could have woken me! What a lovely, restful day — and without tryptophan!