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Another chilly morning. We've got the heaters going, but we're really waiting for the sun to come up and warm the house some. It's only getting to 45 degrees today, so it's long sleeves today!
Our old man kitty, Sam, climbed under the blankets with me last night. It made it very difficult to sleep with whiskers tickling my arm. Boodle is thoroughly pissed about Sam being in the bed. Jess is her human and she doesn't like anyone else there. She might have missed him being under the covers, but she stepped on him, and he voiced a complaint.
In vaguely adult news, I finished my holiday cards and put them out to be mailed. I have failed miserably at this in past years, so I'm very proud of myself. I also am sending cards to all of my coworkers who did our Secret Santa, as there was a spreadsheet with all our addresses on it.
Work has a gingerbread house decorating competition. We pick up the materials from work and create a gingerbread house that's then judged. Seeing as I have no skill in decorating, I will forgo this one. I may do the ugly sweater contest, though. It's nice that they're trying to create some holiday cheer even in the midst of the pandemic. These are all things we'd do while we were in office.
I'll miss the holiday party this year. I always had fun with that. Also the holiday gifts, which I doubt are going to happen this year. It's a small thing, really, but it's one more thing that makes this year especially sucky.
The news was saying that the Cheeto in his infinite stupidity, did not purchase enough vaccines, so we may need to wait til June to start vaccinating the majority of the population, which is just fucking awesome. Yet another way he's screwed the country.
I swear, when the vaccine has been distributed and it's safe to eat out again, the first place I'm going is Fogo De Chao. I want some of their roasted garlic and Cesar salad. (and so much steak, but especially the market table.)
Our old man kitty, Sam, climbed under the blankets with me last night. It made it very difficult to sleep with whiskers tickling my arm. Boodle is thoroughly pissed about Sam being in the bed. Jess is her human and she doesn't like anyone else there. She might have missed him being under the covers, but she stepped on him, and he voiced a complaint.
In vaguely adult news, I finished my holiday cards and put them out to be mailed. I have failed miserably at this in past years, so I'm very proud of myself. I also am sending cards to all of my coworkers who did our Secret Santa, as there was a spreadsheet with all our addresses on it.
Work has a gingerbread house decorating competition. We pick up the materials from work and create a gingerbread house that's then judged. Seeing as I have no skill in decorating, I will forgo this one. I may do the ugly sweater contest, though. It's nice that they're trying to create some holiday cheer even in the midst of the pandemic. These are all things we'd do while we were in office.
I'll miss the holiday party this year. I always had fun with that. Also the holiday gifts, which I doubt are going to happen this year. It's a small thing, really, but it's one more thing that makes this year especially sucky.
The news was saying that the Cheeto in his infinite stupidity, did not purchase enough vaccines, so we may need to wait til June to start vaccinating the majority of the population, which is just fucking awesome. Yet another way he's screwed the country.
I swear, when the vaccine has been distributed and it's safe to eat out again, the first place I'm going is Fogo De Chao. I want some of their roasted garlic and Cesar salad. (and so much steak, but especially the market table.)
