Wow, Thanksgiving was late. Only three weeks to go at work before I’m off for Christmas. Lea’s gotten most of the boys’ shopping done, and I’ve pointed and clicked here and there for them too. I’ll probably finish up the rest of my shopping this week.
(Speaking of avoiding all of the damned retail traffic: I thought to buy dog food last week, but I’m still going to have to get out for air intake filters at some point. What time does Home Depot open? 6?)
The s-word has crept into the forecast for tonight and tomorrow. It’s not nearly cold enough to cause any logistical problems (sorry, Melanie, though I’m sure you’ve parsed all of this already). Nevertheless, I’m encouraged. This is early for us, and it really has been a damned cold November, relatively speaking. Perhaps we’ll get our overdue debilitating stay-home event this winter.
When I carry tension around with me (doesn’t happen as often as it used to, but still does sometimes), I generally do it in my neck and upper back. I’ve allowed more than one person to deposit an excessive amount there over the past week, and I’ve decided to refuse to lift it again. It will not be there when I stand up from the bed in the morning. Buh bye, jetsam.