Happy Wednesday! Just today and tomorrow and then it is Christmas! And my parents will be here, and they can clean my bathroom, because I don’t want to! And also, put their own sheets on their bed. I’m so tired. Making the end of the fiscal year the same time as Christmas is a TERRIBLE idea.
Watching: Well, I watched A Castle for Christmas last night. Dred Pirate Roberts is as charming and handsome as ever. Brooke Shields maybe can’t act? I’m not sure. At least she didn’t act much in this.
Reading: My grandmother’s travel diary from her 1944 trip to Mexico with her future in-laws! Such an odd trip, why go to Mexico in the middle of war? And why travel with your son’s fiancee?
Thinking: I am DONE. Grandpa, busiest month at work possibly ever, still haven’t finished unpacking, Christmas coming, and now I am having my Lady Times and I just want to spend all day in bed gently sobbing. I decided to spend New Years weekend at my parents, and I am increasingly thinking that was brilliant. Go stay with them, be spoiled a bit, and have no pressure to clean, unpack, etc.
Listening: All of life is a sort of gentle sorrow and misery, so obviously this:
Question for you: What is the SADDEST Christmas song you can think of? Judy and “Merry Little Christmas”? Bing and “I’ll Be Home”? Something else?