I had a feeling that this week would be a little bit of a whirlwind, and boy was I right! I drove a friend into Halifax on Monday, and the sprint to the finish began. We indulged in an Antigonish institution and went to Mother Webb’s, which I can only describe as fairly identical to the rib joint in Tarantino’s “Planet Terror”. Terrifying. We shopped for irreverent and hilarious Christmas gifts (see: cacti) and wrapped up the last of the office Christmas parties by watching Dave Gunning play a really adorable Christmas concert. We played “Christmas Card Prison Camp” where I made Jared do 56 Christmas cards with me in an hour (hilarious addendum: we thought the cards were blank, but they include a highly religious message…whoops). We did what all fairly secular people do this time of year and indulged in Combo #1 at Wong’s Chinese and a gift exchange, as J. leaves tonight for home and his CD release. We topped it off with good wine, bruschetta and much laughter with friends at a table in the window, watching the snow fall and the season close in. Sprinting though we were, it was a beautiful week.