The post-Christmas reflex is upon us. I slept in, then was bracketed by two cats, Bailey and Keely who thought that wedging themselves up against daddy was simply the best thing ever. So, I woke up with twin purring motors in full effect up against my back as I came to. The house was a little bit of a wreck so I did some vacuuming which made every cat scatter. Behold! Lord Vack-Ooom!

Now we have the onerous task of eating through food that is perhaps too carby or too starchy, poor us. I needed half a cup of Dr. Pepper for the Ham glaze, but the cheapest I could find at the market was a 2 liter bottle, so I have to defeat that enemy, golly, Challenges.

I drove Scott to work at the bookstore to help him not get dinged by angry shoppers, as today the second wave of crazies hit the streets looking for after Christmas sales and bargains.

I’ve got two books that I’ll be reading from Christmas. The first is “The Boy, the mole, the fox and the Horse” by Charlie Mackery. Then the other is TS Eliot’s “Old Possums Book of Practical Cats”. So expect some stories coming up based on those two books. Scott suggests that the first one will make me cry. Ha ha! Being emotionally victimized by a book! Bring it on! 😉