I've put the novel to bed. Second draft is done, if a little hurriedly. Not gonna look at it again til the Christmas vortex has sucked us in and spit us out on the other side. Til then I'm gonna read a big, fat, utterly undemanding Stephen King novel.
Speaking of, I've bought no Christmas presents, put up no decorations. That will all start happening this weekend. Repeat after me: I will not get stressed by Christmas, I will not get stressed by Christmas, I will not get stressed by Christmas...
My eldest, I've learned, now reads the nutrition panels of the cereal boxes every morning. And chooses the one with the most sugar. I'm not sure that was the expected result of posting that information on the boxes.
Not alotta structure to this post. I'm pretty scattered, not unhappily. Here's a short clip of the parade I was in last weekend. No, we're not in it.
6 comments:
I approve of Big's reasoning. Sugar is very important.
So is that you in the Polar Bear suit?
Christmas Vortex! A apt description.
Good luck this weekend.
And sugar is her only criteria, Bliss. If they put out a cereal that was half dirt, half sugar, that is what she would choose.
No, Sabra, that's me in the Broncos big rig honking the horn relentlessly and obnoxiously.
Ah, the Christmas Vortex, meno. It sucks you in at the beginning of December, spins you around til you lose your bearings, spits you out in January.
It's done, Art! Lights and tree are up! And as we don't go too crazy with presents arounf here, the rest should be a piece of cake.
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