The white Christmas I was hoping for yesterday seems to have come a day late; it’s currently flurrying in all directions outside the window. Aimee and I enjoyed our first Christmas Eve/Morning celebration together, with some new traditions that I hope will last – pad thai and a movie – and some that I hope won’t – me losing at Scrabble. In the afternoon, we had a wonderful celebration at her family’s place, a whirlwind of gifts and food and kids playing with toys, just like it should be. Today we’re off for Alaska, weather permitting, after we catch a screening of The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou, after a very long wait. I’m prepared for it to be underwhelming, I guess, if the critics’ one-line reviews are any indication, but I think those are intended for the general public, rather than Wes Anderson devotees. So my trepidation is naturally mixed with high hopes.