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Okay, so maybe the previous post was brought to you by having to cancel kick-boxing again. Over the next two days, I caught up with six very special friends, played Battle-Star Galactica and lost as a Cylon. Then last night we hosted a mid-winter Christmas dinner for the homegroup, to comfort the poor Brits who were feeling it was always winter and never Christmas, and to celebrate 3 - count'em 1,2,3! - birthdays on the 29th. Yup, Zcc and I are turning 70, and another girl in the group is turning 22. Thirty-three. That's how much of the 70 I share. That's nearly one third of a century! And interestingly, with the other girl turning 22, it's had me thinking about elevens. At age 11, I got my first watch, and discovered that my parents weren't fair. They have since apologised, but it is one of those events which stands out in my mind. At age 22, I got married (ok, 22 and 8 months, but bear with me here). This was another rather life-changing event, and I think it is safe to say that it has shaped the rest of the time up 'til now. And at 33, I've nearly got my doctorate, I'm looking for my first real job (because ESL, though it could have been a career, was never something I was planning on doing for long), and I'm rediscovering Sundays. I think this is a good place to be. Especially when it includes a fire, a slowly dripping forest outside, disappearing into the dark, and my dinner has just arrived home. Nom!