Well blogy, the term ended well, if not shenaniganly, with Her, whom I really do think myself properly to like. To wit, I have been, this slow and lazy, cold day, spent incamerated, dozy reading, thinking on her, and smiling, remembering that which she did. A genuine like for her qua person as opposed to someone of whom I can say, to myself or to others, that she's my girl. It's perhaps a bit annoying that Christmas comes, and thereby a month's separation, but well. I live in some sort of hope that things could be good for me, in the year that is to come.