After our fun adventure in shopping yesterday during the lull in the weather, we realized it was two days to Christmas and we'd done nothing and now had no time to do anything. Or at least not much. Make that nothing, since we paused for hamburgers at a place we usually love but eschew for caloric reasons--Zesto's Burgers by the high school--and both came down with the gurgling, aching tummies and guts of minor food poisoning.

Thus the best laid plans of mice and me have gang a gle. *sigh*

Feeling better today, but it started raining only enough to turn the snow into dangerous slush so we stayed in and played computer games--or Mr. Kat did. I read books for a deadline and worked on the revision, then played a bit of WoW before doing more work in between feeling still a bit rocky in the gusty winds that plagued the marina until about 8 p.m.

I made a roast for dinner tonight and let it sit up on the rack instead of bubbling in the juice as I should have done, but it was still very delicious with its celery, garlic, onions, and parsnips, with pan-fried potatoes and garden peas on the side. Needless to say most of it actually went into the leftover dishes for later since tummies are still on the mend. Thank the gods something possessed us to buy a gallon of milk....

Now it is indeed a Silent Night, but like the fellow who Paused in the Woods on a Snowy Evening, I still have miles to go before I sleep (though in my case this is not a metaphor for death, unless I don't actually get the revision done on time....)

On the other hand I am now down to only one book on the reading list, so I shall make that deadline, I think. (I shall not to think of priapic firehoses, no thanks to someone.) And the rev is not going so very horribly, though I may not have much time to read it over before I send it.

The ferret has gone from skinny skeleton to pudge-o-rama and incidentally, we believe today is his birthday. Happy birthday, Taz, you sleepy pudge-butt!

And now good night. If I didn't call or send a card it's because... I suck.

Have a Merry and Happy anyhow.

So... Christmas was nuttily merry this year, if in a low key way. The hubbling and I had a lovely dinner with cmpriest her hubby, and their bud Alex, then went off to view Alien vs Predator: Requiem--review of which see Cherie's blog--which featured the comic book world's least competent Cubicle Predator On Call taking on the hybrid Alien-Pred in a tiny town in Colorado that truly needed to be nuked.  Large amounts of silly, and a shit-ton of not-to-be-taken-seriously was had as well as admiring the famous Spain and Howard. 

Prior to that we had entertained my Mom for a short interlude on the 23rd which resulted in new towels and a nifty backrest thing for moi--it looks like someone hacked the middle out of an Aeron chair's back--so I can now sit and type for endless hours without my usual aching back.  (thanks Mom!)

Christmas itself was presentless, partially due to my being a total dead-thing since Thanksgiving, then having gum surgery last week.  And partially due to the United Parcel Service telling me the package I'd paid extra for expedited service on had been accidentally shipped to Portland.  After it arrived in Seattle.  In fact, the package did NOT go to Portland, and was delivered on Christmas Eve to our mail drop, but I was not aware of this, since I assumed the first info--which went uncorrected until late Christmas Eve--was true and didn't rush to the mail drop before it closed at 3 on Christmas Eve (besides which I was out with the fabulously entertaining Ms Priest.)  So, no Prezzies for Jim which let him off the hook for having gotten nothing for me, either.  C'est la vie--at least C'est Moi vie.  (Thanks UPS--you useless sacks of protoplasm.)

And it snowed in Seattle, just in time for Cherie to come get us from the boat for the afore mentioned Christmas Feast.  So we drove up to Cherie's place through a gorgeous--and not yet totally mushy--dusting of snow that was a mere memory by the time we exited the movie theater, making the drive safely un-icy.  Perfect!

Except that Jim, the real-life Cubicle Predator On-Call, had to WORK.  But at least he didn't have to go to Colorado and kill aliens.

And this afternoon I got copies of the British versions of Greywalker and Poltergeist! Yay!

How well do you know your Holiday songs? Take the Chicago Tribune Carol quiz and find out!

I got 96%--damn that Jingle Bells! I'd never even heard that verse. (Hrmm....)