Thursday miscellanea #67

I had to call a Christmas Eve moratorium on those godforsaken kidcoms. See, the bottom line is it’s my TV, and I can do mean shit like that. Instead, we’re enjoying the strains of “Good King Wenceslas,” and Aaron is directing the unseen orchestra. We’ll just have to see what that zany Zack & Cody are up to later.
It’s going to be a wild ride for Santa, Rudolph, Blitzen, Jenkins, and the boys tonight in my part of the world. They’re up to 55 mph on forecasted wind gusts. Yipes.
This is definitely Nathan’s last year to believe. He’s begun sustainedly chewing on several serious problems with the Santa narrative. I always said that when he started asking such questions, that I wouldn’t lie to him to perpetuate his belief (and I haven’t, but it’s getting very challenging to have a conversation with him about it!).
I smell Chex Mix baking. To me, that’s as Christmasy a smell as cookies or ham.
It was so delightful to see my high school friend Chanda yesterday. It was the first time in person in 21 years. She’s had about as tough a year as a person can have, and her spirit is intact. Inspiring.
Finally got a bowl pick right last night when Utah beat Cal. Now I’m 1-4.
I have a couple of things to wrap, and we’re going to church this afternoon, and I’m on the hook for dinner tonight. That’s as complicated as my Christmas Eve is. I hope yours is similarly pleasant.