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Entry 456; Day 739
Dec. 28th, 2010 04:36 pmAs though it hasn't been said enough already, that was hardly what I would consider an ordinary Christmas. I'm scarcely surprised by snow in summer, nor especially surprised by heat in winter, but to have that summer warmth strike on Christmas itself was quite different. I had expected something worse when the weather began to warm on the 24th--perhaps we'd all be miserable and overheated by Christmas, as has happened before--but instead it was all rather remarkably pleasant. I won't deny it: I certainly did try to enjoy the weather while it lasted. And I think more than a few people--younger ones, especially--were quite excited to try out some new Christmas gift in the better weather. Unfortunately, I had to hold back on one of mine as it happens to be a scarf, and I could hardly wear it on Christmas Day as I should have liked.
So, despite that peculiarity, it was quite a splendid holiday. That was my fourth Christmas in the City, I believe, and I have yet to see what I might call an 'ordinary' Christmas, I think. But at least the curses that strike at Christmas tend to be milder. There's some mercy in that. If there isn't, there's a darker cruelty than I should like to imagine. It was a splendid Christmas, either way. And I shall take it for that.
And now, as ever after Christmas--and especially in the City, it would seem--I'm quite flooded with letters to write thanking I think quite everyone I know for their gifts. I admit, I may have thanked someone here or there on the Network, but it seems quite rude not to send a proper note. So I think I know what I'll be doing this afternoon, especially now that the weather is as cold as it ever has been. Although I can wear my new scarf if I should need it or if I should go out--if I happen to run out of ink, for example, which seems to be a very real risk.
But perhaps I ought to be paying more attention to the Network than I have already. Confessions of love aren't exactly what one might call rare on the Network--perhaps moreso lately than in years past, but they're not gone altogether--but there seem to be a few such confessions flying about. And a few other revelations have gone flying with them. It is quite interesting.
Now, certainly, we've seen instances in which curses will compel a person to admit to something, to tell only the truth, or to shout confessions to whomever will hear. But, as ever, there's a subtle difference here that I don't seem to recall seeing in some of these other instances. These are such revelations, such sudden understandings--or so the handful I've seen so far seem to be--that the confession seems almost to oneself.
And, as it happens, a great many of these realisations seem to have appeared on the Network. I shall see to my letters, but I think I should keep one eye turned towards the Network, all the same.
I'm not one for gossip, but I do like to keep myself informed.
~C.
[ooc: Eh, no, not cursed. Cain likes his secrets to stay secret anyway. So please no revelations about him if you do know something ;; He'll just be observing for the time being. Herp a derp--feels good to post again. Christmas kept me busy irl.]
So, despite that peculiarity, it was quite a splendid holiday. That was my fourth Christmas in the City, I believe, and I have yet to see what I might call an 'ordinary' Christmas, I think. But at least the curses that strike at Christmas tend to be milder. There's some mercy in that. If there isn't, there's a darker cruelty than I should like to imagine. It was a splendid Christmas, either way. And I shall take it for that.
And now, as ever after Christmas--and especially in the City, it would seem--I'm quite flooded with letters to write thanking I think quite everyone I know for their gifts. I admit, I may have thanked someone here or there on the Network, but it seems quite rude not to send a proper note. So I think I know what I'll be doing this afternoon, especially now that the weather is as cold as it ever has been. Although I can wear my new scarf if I should need it or if I should go out--if I happen to run out of ink, for example, which seems to be a very real risk.
But perhaps I ought to be paying more attention to the Network than I have already. Confessions of love aren't exactly what one might call rare on the Network--perhaps moreso lately than in years past, but they're not gone altogether--but there seem to be a few such confessions flying about. And a few other revelations have gone flying with them. It is quite interesting.
Now, certainly, we've seen instances in which curses will compel a person to admit to something, to tell only the truth, or to shout confessions to whomever will hear. But, as ever, there's a subtle difference here that I don't seem to recall seeing in some of these other instances. These are such revelations, such sudden understandings--or so the handful I've seen so far seem to be--that the confession seems almost to oneself.
And, as it happens, a great many of these realisations seem to have appeared on the Network. I shall see to my letters, but I think I should keep one eye turned towards the Network, all the same.
I'm not one for gossip, but I do like to keep myself informed.
~C.
[ooc: Eh, no, not cursed. Cain likes his secrets to stay secret anyway. So please no revelations about him if you do know something ;; He'll just be observing for the time being. Herp a derp--feels good to post again. Christmas kept me busy irl.]