Christmas part 2 was good for the Twins; Santa brought many nice things they enjoyed. I liked it because they were enjoying themselves. The Paternal Grandmother and I could not stay long with the early fight, but it was nice while it lasted.
Yesterday was the worst flight experience I have ever had. We were late departing, landing, and our luggage was delayed. No lunch whatsoever and the StepMaternal Grandparents were still here when we made it to the house. We wolfed down food and had the last Christmas. Then I crashed.
Dad and I spent the afternoon at the Portrait Gallery. We did not get the chance to look at everything but I saw some early American writers that I knew. All was cool.