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Last year: If I'm there through all this, I'll go bananas with the anticipation. |
I did write an entry yesterday, but I spent all day unable to get an FTP connection to upload it. I finally got a connection just as Matt walked in to take me home, so I just e-mailed everything home to myself and posted it last night. If you missed it, you missed the explanation of why I had surgery last Friday, what the surgery was, and my x-rays. So you decide whether it's worth backing up to read. Me, I'm a sucker for x-rays.
When we got home yesterday, there were two packages on our front porch. I was relieved to discover that one of them was from the Smithsonian catalog, which meant it was Matt's dad's Christmas present. Matt peered at the other box as I hobbled toward the steps.
"This one's from..." He looked all over the box, and finally found the stamped return address. Much to his chagrin, it was the present I'd ordered for him back in November, finally arrived. And now he knew where I'd bought it. As much as he surfs, I wouldn't be surprised if he'd figured it out as soon as he read the name. So much for the one I thought sure would be the big surprise. Just in case he hasn't quite put his finger on it yet, I won't say anything. Especially since I still think it's really cool.
I had to make CDNow to re-send the package containing my parents' presents. It's almost lucky they're going to be out of town for Christmas, now. I checked on the re-order, and discovered that one of the CDs I'd ordered for my dad is now on backorder, meaning I'll be lucky if it arrives in time for his birthday in mid-January. I'm going to wait about two days to see if they ship the other CDs without it, and if they don't, I'll cancel the one and re-order it from Amazon.Com, which at least usually uses trackable shipping.
Ah, the disadvantages of doing all your shopping via catalog and the internet... Maybe next year I'll be able to get my act together sooner.
It's five days until Christmas. Well, six, depending on how you count. But one hundred and twenty hours from now I'll probably be trying to coax Matt out of bed to open presents.
For whatever reason, I haven't been able to get quite as excited about Christmas as usual this year. Or rather, I was very excited a week or so ago, and now the feeling has reduced considerably. Is it because Matt and I are going to be by ourselves this year? Or maybe it's because all the rush and hustle and bustle is done for me? Because my movements are fairly restricted because of my foot? Is work overshadowing things too much?
I'm not not excited, understand. I'm glad Christmas is coming, and I gleefully add a number to the advent calendar every morning... But I'm not yet quivering with excitement, and I kindof miss it.
I don't know what the cure for the malaise is, either. A light-viewing trip, with a stop at the Christmas house? Should I have cookies for breakfast for the rest of the week? Watch a Christmas movie every evening?
I don't know. I only know I want my joy back.
Word of the Day: prehensile - adapted for seizing or grasping especially by wrapping around
Dead man attends own funeral feast
-- A man who was electrocuted and buried in a shallow grave regained consciousness two days later, shocking family and friends.
Rising from the grave naked, a local paper reports the man had trouble getting a ride home.
- whatever's closest to me when I sit down
Current Projects:
- taking care of my foot
- Christmas stuff
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