Things I need to do before next Monday:

1. Wrap things. Not that there's much, or I live in a house with a giant kid who's gonna flip when they find the zebra pony stashed in the garage, but wrapping stuff? Good. I approve of it.

2. Finish the holiday baking. Actually, it's not so much "baking" as making rum-drenched truffles, and that's half done. I just need to finish rolling them out. And covering the chocolate in chocolate and then drizzling chocolate on the top of the chocolate.

Chocolate.

Odd side note, I'm totally craving the salsa. Chocolate not so much.

3. Finish the holiday laundry.

The one thing I have accomplished, besides being named Time's Person of the Year (LAME!), has been sending out a handful of Christmas cards, which makes me feel sort of spiffy, until I realize I owe every single one of you (again, thanks, Time!) a card.

Really, all this manufactured holiday cheer's exhausting, and about all I want to do is lie down and sleep until it's over, orthodox holidays included.

But I can't hide under the duvet and really, honestly, I wouldn't even if I had the chance. There are things to do, things not on the list. I've got work and writing and I'm not feeling angsty about any of it. This is a great slice of time, and I am so very grateful to have it. It's good, y'know?

So that means I'm about three days away from a dental emergency or car kerfluffle, of which I promise I will document faithfully for you, dear reader.

Yeah, I'm sick of me, too.