You may all anticipate my future posts to be peppered with Weird and Wonderful Words thanks to my secret santa, erinaceous! Along with my new-found logopandocie, I now have a notepad graced with a robot in the corner (so I can make note of all these words) and a lovely little pocket-sized, leather-bound, hand-made paper notebook (for keeping track of said words while on the move).

Thank you, erinaceous!! I've had that book on my Amazon wish list for ages. And now I have an autographed copy. Woo-hoo!

deb, I know yours got mailed yesterday morning on the way to work. Lysana, unless I got your address wrong, it should be there shortly. Yours was sent out in the batch before deb's, and Lee, Lexine and JohnSweden got theirs today and yours was in the same batch as theirs.

t /Literalist who takes things way too seriously.

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Lysana, unless I got your address wrong, it should be there shortly.

I knew hedging mine with "at least so far" was the appropriate reaction. Thanks, Sail! I don't remember which addy you'd have gotten from Deena, so if I don't squee tomorrow, it may not be until after New Year's if it was my work addy.

It was a PO Box number, if that tells you anything.

Eh. Don't mind me. I'm just being cranky and tired and old.

But I have wrapped Nic's and Marta's presents. I suppose that's something.

I'm just being cranky and tired and old

Never, deb. Snarky and suffering from ennui, perhaps. Well-seasoned, not old. But never any of those nasty words you used. Ugh, you're a writer, you should know better.

No, really. Tired and old. But actually not cranky. Mood's way weirder than that.

I wrapped all Mart's presents in red, and all Nic's in gold. I'll stick bows on them Saturday morning. Next week, I'm going into a baking frenzy.

Mood's way weirder than that.

I resemble that remark. I seem to be alternating between ecstatic and terrified, with a side order of overwhelmed. I'd like to say it's been more this way since my mother died and I feel the burden of being the family matriarch (which, 47 here, how the hell can I be a family matriarch?), particularly at holidays, but it actually started a few years before that. There's something to be said for heading off to a tropical island at this time of year, I think I'd literally kill to be able to.

I've never had the holiday blahs in my life, and I don't think I have them now. Much darker. Been puzzling it out in livejournal.

Feh. I should probably just go sit in a small dark room, or something.

I should probably just go sit in a small dark room, or something

Actually, I'm going to do just that. It's past my bedtime and bedrooms are dark. Off I go.