Visions of Sugarplums

Tino shot some footage of us all in the kitchen. I was sitting on a barstool at the island, just sort of rocking back and forth. I can just imagine the voiceover "This is Amanda. She's our slow friend." I looked very pale, and my hair looked very dark. Ed looked rather bald. Nicole looked monochromatic. I'd say the whole thing was a little other-worldly.

We spent Sunday baking cookies, at least Nicole did. I took a nap on the couch, which I desperately needed. I'm not sure why I was so tired.

So today is Tuesday, and I'm contemplating leaving the house to put my Netflix DVDs in the mail, but I haven't even made it to dressed yet. The mailbox is 2.5 blocks away, and I think I can make it. The next things in my Netflix queue are happy cheerful MGM musicals, which should provide a good contrast to Dancer in the Dark, the last thing I watched.

It's the season for sugar-coating, don't you know? I am not certain about my own holiday baking. Generally I manage to do some, but I can't really think of any reason why at this point. I would like to get cards out, but I also know that may not happen.

If you get a card from me, it will probably arrive in January. OK? Tonight is fake tree raising night, which means I have to pull the ornaments out of the basement. I think this signals that I should get dressed soon.

Update: The fake tree is up. At first it looked like an unmitigated disaster, but after fluffing the branches a little it looks more like a tree than not. The pre-lit part of the tree is a beautiful feature indeed, and I like that it won't be a fire hazard.

Also, I managed to walk all the way to Eastern Market today, and then home. I was slow coming home, laden with takeout, but I felt some sense of accomplishment having walked to a place, bought food, and walked home.

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