Tues, Dec. 21
... In such mean estate
Is it really Christmas Even in three days? Good gracious; where does the time go?
Countdown update: minus 1 day, 4 days, 11 days, 15 days.
The other countdown, or checklist, if you will... the presents that Alida still needs to buy. Let's count, shall we? Dad, Carl, Becky. Not bad, actually. It could be a lot worse. Still means that I need to get my act together soon, but it's not too bad.
And mom's present came today--good thing; I was starting to worry that maybe it wouldn't get here in time. But, joy to all, it did, and the nice thing about getting a present off ebay is that it comes packaged, and I just have to wrap it. Which we all know won't happen until sometime well after midnight on Christmas Eve.
You would think that I would have more to talk about after all this time without an entry, but I really don't. Hmm. Not much has happened in the past few days. The cast party that wasn't, work, Ismarys' pants, Rosebud with the family, Ken's bike party, Christmas Eve rehearsal... yeah, pretty exciting, and yet, somehow, I just don't feel like writing about it all right now.
Sadly, it's not even 10:30, and I'm getting tired. I must be getting old. No... wait... that doesn't really work--bedtime has been close to 2 for the past few weeks.
Okay, scratch that theory. I don't know why. I just am. So I'm going to snuggle in my cozy bed (because this house is freaking cold) and watch some TV or something fun like that.
One year ago today: We'll leave tomorrow morning to drive back to Calgary--although thankfully leaving later than 5:30--and both Logan and I work tomorrow evening. Oh yeah. I never did say where I am, did I? Logan's mom's, for their family Christmas. We came out yesterday morning--after 2 1/2 hours of sleep on Friday night--and are just here for the weekend.
infinite || abyss
posted at 10:15 p.m.
