At this time of the year, it’s so easy for the days to slip past me. The day-to-day routine of getting up at the crack of dawn, working, shuttling children back and forth, and then trying to cook a meal or get anything done around the house, means that my days blend into one another. Monday? Tuesday? Oh yes, it’s Thursday. Could have fooled me.
Over Thanksgiving I read a stimulating book, Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami, and it made me feel somewhat normal again. Human, if you will. But the feeling was short-lived because I am feeling all spongy again. AND, I have yet to write the review of that book and three others I’ve read because of this “spongy” state I am in. I sit myself down in front of the computer, lift my coffee cup to my eager mouth and then… nothing. Nothing comes to mind. Instead, I stare at my Christmas light decked bulletin board. Oh, the lights are so pretty.
Pardon the horrible photo. I took it with my crappy phone but you get the idea.
I love how it includes bookish stuff, family pics and duck and cover earthquake instructions all on the same board. This is what I stare at all day. Ahem, when I am not hard at work, of course.
Tonight I am making coconut macaroons for a Christmas party I am attending tomorrow night, and I am feeling the need to make some Thai curry for dinner. Sometimes chicken and rice is just so comforting. Maybe, maybe I can squeeze a movie in or at least watch Rudolph and A Charlie Brown Christmas.
This is the weekend before finals for The Teen, so I suspect that we will be hanging around for the most part. I still have some shopping to do but I will be damned if I try to do it on the weekend again. At least, not during the daylight hours.
And what’s with all of those free shipping deals over Black Friday? Still waiting for my stuff to arrive and it’s making me nervous since the stuff hasn’t even shipped yet and I’ve already been told by one vendor that the stuff is no longer in stock. Don’t offer free shipping if it’s going to arrive on the back of a monkey or something.