Nothing starts the New Year right like playing Cards Against Humanity with the family and having the cat win.
Nothing starts the New Year right like playing Cards Against Humanity with the family and having the cat win.
I’ve been a big fan of Austin Kleon’s annual “100 Things” list at the end of each year. So, I’m going to give this listing thing a shot. Honestly, I’m too lame to think of 100 things, but what I do list has made my heart happy this past year. Anyway, here’s my 50, in no particular order.
New Year’s Eve is as good a time as any to introduce the teenager, a budding D&D dungeon master, to “Monty Python and the Holy Grail.”
The bug that dragged down the husband earlier over the weekend—sore throat, headache, fatigue, general upper respiratory discomfort—appears to have knocked me over.
Maybe I won’t try to pull another late work night tonight after all.
Testing the new keyboard I got for the new iPad. So far, so good.
Back to work. Up late tweaking the Home Office Empire, now with the laptop docking station relocated to allow for a three-screen setup. (C and F pointed out four screens, counting the iPad, but that’s for streaming video Yule logs and old ballgames from MLB.tv archives.)
Split pea soup in the slow cooker and bread baking in the oven. Spent most of this PTO day futzing with a new iPad and binge-watching “Steven Universe” (which is really growing on me) with the teenager. Grateful for the relaxed day.
Trying not to feel guilty for not being more productive, even as I suspect I’m fighting allergies or a low-grade virus.
Note to self: Get a screen protector for the new iPad.
Finally got my gift wrapping done. Got a YouTube yule-ish log going, filling out the old Hobo planner/diary/sticker repository thing – which is becoming a beloved habit and my happy place, along with Mastodon – and winding down.
I suddenly remembered midway through my wrapping: I forgot to hit the liquor store for my usual C gift in a bottle. I already have a bunch of other stuff for him, though; I am unilaterally declaring it gifting season from now until Epiphany – which is technically Christmastide, anyway, so it makes sense from a Church calendar standpoint. I’ll hit the liquor store this upcoming week.
Merry Christmas!
Life is way too short to get sucked into a colleague’s drama just before a holiday weekend.
Life is way too short to get sucked into anybody’s drama. Period.
A frozen Friday.
🥶
Watching “Over the Garden Wall,” an old Cartoon Network miniseries, and I’m still not quite sure what I’m watching.
Once I decided to postpone my annual holiday shipments of fudge and candied nuts until after Christmas (and bring batches to colleagues on the East Coast when I join them on a work retreat in February), my stress levels subsided considerably. Maybe I’ll do this every year.
Several hours after ingesting a peppermint mocha, I’m actually ready to call it a night and dream of impending blizzards. So much for working late.
Five TV shows to get to know me:
Interesting point from Tim Miller of The Bulwark, a married gay man with a family: “For me, gay rights meant my rights, not forcing some weirdo to make me a website or bake me a damn cake. There are lots of web designers and lots of cake bakers out there; can’t we show the ones who aren’t down with Heartstopper a little grace? Or if not, just give them a one-star review on Yelp and move on with our lives?”
TIL that Mastodon is not immune to mansplaining. 😬
So, after that glorious bowl of ramen this afternoon, I fell suddenly ill – dizzy, feverish, nauseous. We got home just in time for me to rush to the bathroom, only to find myself fainted on the floor outside it.
Time in the bathroom and a short nap later, I was fine. Then I got out to run a holiday errand and stock up on Korean instant coffee and K94 masks.
I suspect there was an unfortunate convergence of dehydration, forgetting my meds, and no caffeine – along with probably the largest bowl of carbs I’ve ingested in a long time – that led to my brief illness. That, along with my jeans feeling a bit tighter around the waist, tells me maybe I need to get serious about my weight loss habits again.
Took another PTO day to catch up further on Christmas stuff. Still not fully caught up, but made a lot of progress.
Now thinking my earlier dizzy spell was partly forgetting my meds and part having no caffeine. Now on my second Korean instant coffee packet, which means I’ll be up a while. 😐
Not a bad thing, as the teenager’s high school choir concert is tonight. And I still have packing and baking to do. And I know, having caffeine at 6 p.m. probably isn’t the wisest decision I’ve ever made.
Finally made it to H Mart. Guess you could say I like this stuff.
Flurries and gray skies require new manga and spicy udon ramen with extra pork.
Spent my PTO morning today back-and-forthing on Mastodon about the Padres' $280 million/11-year deal with Xander Bogaerts. It was downright lovely to fangirl about baseball with nice people and without feeling like a halfwit, like I do with my Facebook friends who know Way Too Much about the game.
Winding down a last-minute PTO day to catch up on holiday tasks. Got apple butter simmering in the slow cooker all day, then made 2 pounds of candied almonds and three batches of fudge (walnut and ube, with and without coconut).
Need to get more almonds to glaze because C and I taste-tested too many. And I still have to can the apple butter, make numerous other fudge batches, and bake several varieties of cookies.
Decided to curb most of my mail shipments of treats this year; I may be traveling to the East Coast for work in a couple of months, so I can bring treats with me then to share with far-flung coworkers. That decision alone allowed me to relax a little about my annual holiday frenzy.
Even though I enjoy this yearly ritual, it also can induce anxiety and exhaust me. Limiting distribution to a handful of colleagues, family, local friends, and the annual parish bake sale (plus whoever F wants to gift at school) is a lot more of a relief than it sounds.
Hoping for another PTO day next week to run errands and package treats. Devoting the weekend and early next week to more fudge (i.e., mint, snickerdoodle, Mexican coffee, milk chocolate), cookies (shortbread bites, Biscoff butter with cinnamon chips, oatmeal raisin, magic bars), and possibly toffee and/or caramel.
It’s not as crazy at it sounds, I swear. A lot of last-minute editing of the treat agenda happens, thank goodness.
Aaron Judge stays in pinstripes. As a Padres fan, I’m relieved that San Francisco didn’t sign him. But as much as I generally dislike the Yankees, he seems meant to be one, in the best sense.