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So once again the words appear. They software isn’t even holding them for moderation. And from what I can tell, they need some moderation. A mind is a scary place…

–B

Apparently the winter-like conditions outside are going to continue to cause a distinct lack of warmth during the evenings. And the lazy Spaniard’s no help: she’s cowering under the flannel sheets.

I woke up last night and realized I had walls. Lots of walls. I wonder if I should paint them? Or maybe buy some art? Or maybe go back to sleep?

Today had cooking in it. A warm stove on a cold day is a great way to make sure I don’t hang any Christmas lights and it has the added benefit of keeping Pedro from getting too suspicious. I have been getting the cat eye, as if she suspects something. Maybe I will have to casually suggest she visit the farm before she starts feeling threatened. That way she can visit mama and I can save some skin. Hmmmmm.

What should I cook next? This looks good:

Maybe tomorrow. It’s too cold today.

I wonder what Bruce and Leslie are doing. Something exciting involving trolls and book jackets I bet. They never invite me over to play with trolls. I guess it’s something they just don’t want to talk about? I mean trolls are pretty private. I wonder if I can get some… not from Ruche I’ll tell you, stupid store doesn’t know what priority shipping means. If I ordered trolls from them they’d probably show up looking more like mummies. Wrapped in linen. Fabricland has great prices on chiffons these days. I should make cake. Squirrel!

And look. I didn’t get my furniture away yet. Isn’t it pretty?

Blue, white, blue-blue, white… I wonder if that turkey is still available. I should get Bruce to pick it up. But he doesn’t want to be bothered. But he shouldn’t mind doing me a favor. But he can get so owly… even without the pants. I bet he uses my mug. Stupid Bruce, even sounds like Ruche. I wonder where the stapler is?

There are some great seat sales on to Canadian destinations. Maybe I can visit in Victoria. Or visit Tiff in Toronto. I suppose I could convince Craig to caper to Calgary for a couple of… naw. Maybe tomorrow. It’s too cold today.

I wonder of I should posting holiday updates on my Facebook page? Well, a few too many work people might see it and then they comment, and I’d read it, and then I’d think about it, and they’d wonder why I didn’t comment back, and I’d wonder why there so much pressure, and then I’d have to check which bra am I wearing anyway…? Oh, that one. That’s ok then.

Day two’s been pretty dull. But I am definitely staying out of my bed until at least 7. Absolutely. No exceptions! Zzzzzzzzz…

Note: The following mysteriously appeared on my blog. It appears to be a blog entry about Carmen’s holiday. I had absolutely nothing to do with it. It’s a mystery. A mystery dammit! And we just shouldn’t enquire any deeper into the matter.

—B

I awoke this morning (or more correctly, late last night) tired and a bit confused. What was I doing? Just what was this holiday thing?

Through all the fuzzy thoughts, only one thing was clear… I needed to blog my days off so all and sundry would be able to vicariously follow along. But how was to do that, how could I use technology and still be able to relax? They almost seemed antithetical concepts to me. Le sigh.

But after a stern talking to from Pete, I realized I must find a way. I must reach out with my massive mental power of persuasion and make it so. So, here we are… The Official C-Notes.

Today I awoke and ran in the wee hours. After a relaxing 30 minutes of worrying and fretting I wandered upstairs to try and explain to Pete that she might have to share a bit more in the coming weeks.

Later I tried to ignore the amusing email from Bruce, but it was too amusing so I gave in and responded. That set off a chain of thought that made me realize it was time to get out and about. So I out and abouted. HomeSense makes so much sense.

Upon my return I considered working on my unfinished magnum opus so I started to do laundry. After not putting away my lawn furniture I realized that the boxes in my garage weren’t flat yet. Later I plan to watch a bit of tv, but for now I will try to ignore the strange girl in my kitchen.

I noticed the snow mysteriously disappeared from my back stoop. Stoop is an odd word. Squirrel!

And now it is night, or at least dark. Day One has gone so well except for those pesky emails; good thing I at least deleted my work account. wouldn’t want my boss to divert them or something.So maybe tomorrow or Monday I will meet Taryn at 8:20 and walk around the lake. The lake is round and thus it is a perfect shape for walking around.

All I know is I absolutely, positively will not be in bed by 6. Absolutely not. Oh wait… … sigh.