I also lost all sense of space and time for a few minutes, so I had no idea what time it was or what I would be doing next, which is always a little weird to come out of, especially when what brings you back to yourself is an elbow in a spot on your left shoulder that makes your entire body twitch at once. Ahh, neuromuscular system. Strange stuff.
Then I went to buy birthday cards for my cousin, my uncle, and my great-aunt and incidentally picked up a silly thing for my sister-in-law and a different thing for another great-aunt, plus address book refill pages. So they gave me a free "VIP gift bag." Err...okay. And in the VIP gift bag was a decapitated snowman mug. I'm not kidding. It's a snowman's body. There is even a hat in case your mug needs a lid. (???) But there is no head. They also had decapitated Santa mugs, which also disturbed me, but I didn't get one of those for free. Which is just as well: I really don't know what to do with the snowman. I don't want a decapitated snowman, but I don't want to give someone else one, either. Maybe there will be some charitable organization in search of mugs.
Yah, I doubt it, too.
Byerly's was distinctly normal, at least, except that I kept being inspired by things markgritter wouldn't want, so I stocked up for next week when he's in California. Squash! Brussels sprouts and chestnuts! Etc.! Also there will be comparative truffle-tasting this Christmas. We will discover whether my friends and relations have low tastes. If so, we will indulge them. If not, we will still indulge them. That's what friends and relations are for.
I keep thinking I should ship something to somebody, but I have no idea what or whom. If I was supposed to send you green mittens or world peace in a bag, now's the time to speak up.
Back to the book. Only not the one I meant.