Ginger's family's Santa Lucia festival was good fun, and they have inspired me: I'm contemplating putting pearl sugar on our lussekatter next year (not in place of the dried blueberries, I hastened to assure
Among lo these many other useful tasks, including writing and phone calls and the like, I'm hoping to finish the Christmas shopping today. I have a list of where I need to go and what I need to get there, and if they thwart me, what else I should do instead. I have several things I want to get yet, but I think I've plotted a route that will allow me to do so fairly efficiently. And if not, the reason for doing it Monday is clear: I will still have a few more days to wedge errands in or ask online retailers to expedite shipping or etc.
Yesterday was a wretched day for library books. I hadn't quit one in months, and now here I was unable to read past the first 100 pages of two of them due to extreme suckage and, in one case, total insanity. I am hopeful about the next few, but that's not saying much: it's me. I'm always hopeful. Even in the face of evidence.
Of course, sometimes what I'm hopeful about is the possibility that someone will take off their clog and beat a particular somebody senseless with it, but I'm flexible in those situations. Those Croc thingies will do.