Claire had a different, but not so bad, Christmas. She was quarantined (thank you, Omicron). She baked everyday, made a different pasta every night, made homemade bread, watched the entire second season of Emily in Paris, started Outlander, drank the whole container of eggnog, talked with the same four people on the phone each day (repeating “it’s basically like having a cold” over and over), wore only elastic waistbands, took down her Christmas decorations on the 27th (earliest date on record), gained 6 pounds and managed to shift her sleep schedule a full 1.5 hours later than before. But at least she had salmon 4 times.
It’s me. I’m Claire.
