  I'm not dead, I've not been eaten by in-laws, or drowned in a pool of egg nog. I'm merely at Kurt's parents place, place of much room, weirdish people, and no internet. Today, however, I'm up at my folks' place, waiting to meet one of my Dad's friends, and preparing to clean at a lady's place with mom and pol. The division of time between my folks' and kurt's parents is working out remarkably well, despite some shit at the beginning of the vacation.
I have to admit, though, that being at Kurt's parents' place is awkward. There's no smoke, lots of space and privacy, but I always have the sense that my pants are down around my ankles, or I'm trying to eat with my feet. Nonspecific weirdness. Annie, K's mom's moronic mop of a dog is so happy with us, she greets us with excessive wagging and urinating.
She's cute, but very insistant. Phoebe loathes her. Knitting is going surprisingly well. I'm not overly terrific at it, but there is a steady improvement that keeps me interested. I have one stitch down, and I'm planning on mastering the reverse of it before leaving the City. That's all for now. Will write again when i have an internet connection again. 
