La journée finit.

[soemand]

Christmas supper was simple and perfect tonight—good food, easy laughter, and that rare sense that everyone at the table felt held and appreciated. Now I’m home with Radio Martí drifting in over shortwave, a Budweiser Zero in hand, and the room settling into that soft post‑holiday quiet. I’m also waiting for the lower bands to open up so I can see whether any tropical‑band stations make it through the noise. It’s a small ritual, but it fits the night: calm, steady, and full of that lingering feeling that everyone is loved.