A Merry, if premature, Christmas to everyone. A Happy Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, and Solstice, as well. And to our imaginary friends in the Myrciaverse, have a safe and happy Seefest.
S and I went out yesterday and finished up our Christmas shopping, and I have to say I’m impressed at how efficient we were. We couldn’t leave the house until well after noon, since we had an ice storm Friday night, and we had to clear away the small glacier that had formed on our steep driveway. But even so, we managed to get all our presents bought in record time, and we got home in time to have a pizza and watch a few episodes of Rectify off the DVR (it’s a really good show, by the way).
We’ve already gotten ourselves a few gifts. S bought herself some lovely new fountain pens that she’s really enjoying writing with. Last month, the awesome Municipal Liaison of our local NaNoWriMo group loaned her one of these cute little fountain pens during one of our write-ins, and S loved it so much that she had to go to JetPens and buy herself a bunch of them. (As an aside, how cool is it that there’s a website where you can order obscure Japanese pens from the States? For those of you who don’t know, I lived and taught in Japan for three years, and yes, they really do take writing implements and office supplies in general to a whole new level.)
My old slippers had given up the ghost (the insoles had departed), so I got some new ones which are warm and fuzzy, which is really all you want out of a pair of slippers, especially in the winter.
In other news, we’re still revising here, and S is still plugging away at her latest fanfic story (using those awesome new pens, of course). We might not be able to post quite as regularly over the next few weeks, since we’ll be visiting family. But don’t worry. The long, frigid days of January and February are right around the corner, when we’ll be cooped up inside with nothing to do but write and revise! Isn’t that exciting? I think so. (Seriously, though, this is the time of year when S and I always ask ourselves, “Why didn’t we decide to live somewhere warmer?”)