My efforts to burn everything on my computer for everyone on my Christmas list hit a snag this weekend when I left my blank discs at work.
On Christmas morning, en route to my parents' house, I swung by the office and surprisingly found a car in the parking lot. I knew exactly whose light was on the building, what they were working on.
What I didn't know is what work had to be finished Christmas morning. That leads to lonely places on a day that only amplifies their stature.
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