As for the subject line, I don't mind. I hate snow. I was born on the winter solstice, I lived in Idaho, then right next to the spot in northern Arizona that gets massive amounts of snowfall, then New England. I hate snow. I know it's coming. But it's nice that it's not here yet. And weird. But the moments of Silent Hill fog are great.
Not much to report as usual. My birthday came and went, the only special things I did was accept a "birthday donut" for lunch dessert and have two extra petit fours (my parents sent me petit fours, cheese and chocolates, so score), and damn well not do anything of value that day. I never really do anything on Christmas, not subscribing to religion, but it's a good excuse to plug in the lights that always hang below the toy shelves and have some extra dessert or something. I'm actually just planning making sweet and sour sauce out of the strawberry-cranberry sauce I have left and doing whatever with it. Exciting, my plans. Well, perfecting the banana bread pudding will happen eventually, but I seem to have a lot of other sweet stuff to get through first. Oh woe is me.
I do hope all of you are doing well and enjoying holiday times. Particularly with people and critters who are worth spending time with. Toys are optional, but awesome.