Sadly I can't name, off the top of my head, many things I've let myself savor, or even set out to savor, this year. And I'm all for savoriness. The most delicious things have been from people. That unbidden kindness that is so sweet it smarts seems to have been followed, in many cases, by a warm cozy companionability that even stunted Lisa can savor, even while picking myself up off the hard asphalt where Love dumped me, breaking bones & causing contusions and abrasions &, just to rub it in, knocking the wind out of me as never before.
Not to be dramatic about it. (wink)
So suddenly I have two (2) dinner invitations for tomorrow. The goal now is to enjoy my chores tonight and tomorrow morning, and try to do some decent trip prep before joining company in the evening. I'm loving that burning CDs, which requires work on the computer, makes surfing part of my work effort, more or less. Right now I'm working on my "to do" list. Kinda like "I'm cleaning my oven"---anybody else remember that commercial? I think you probably have to be at least 35.
OH---guess what I get to do tomorrow? I'm going to be Santa for Nyeli & Za(c)k. I get to sneak down the chimney, put presents under the tree, leave a note, and TAKE THE COOKIES. How a-fuckin'-bout that? I have the power to speak for Saint Nick. I'm almost drunk with it already, and I have a day to cook up more mischief I could include.
I make a fucking excellent kids' CD mix, tyvm.
