My biggest move will be 4+k to Hawaii (almost matched by OH to Stockholm, but that was only for a month, so I'm not sure it counts) I'm pretty sure my total mileage at this point is pretty impressive.

I have the sinus ick, which has led to the cough and the unable to sing.

We do not say aboot!

You don't say "sore-y" either, right?

I cannot imagine rewatching Broadchurch 4 times. Yikes.

Yep. Four fucking times. In about a month. I was getting irrationally picky about the details there.

This is why I do not write fic.

Well, one of the reasons. Possibly the major one.

Strix, I am EE-ta. Pronounced the Spanish way, for easiest memory--senorita minus senor.

Oh, good. I was right, except for hitting the T a little emphatically.

I got stuff done today,despite the GRR ARGH that seems to be hitting a lot of people. Finished holdays cards, bought my in-law's gifts, spent some time with a girlfriend, finished the section of the MSS I am copyediting.

And did laundry, the dishes, and shoveled, swept and salted the walk, porch and half the driveway.

And now I having having a glass of Prosecco.

Well, one of the reasons. Possibly the major one.

I should really just offer movie canons each year. Much simpler. Or sitcoms. Dramas take too long.

Laundry and nails done. Punted on packing, that'll take 10 minutes.

I am sleepy and need to go to bed, but am currently ensconced on the couch with a cat on my lap. I see no way of resolving this situation to everyone's satisfaction.

My book group had a potluck tonight, but it was pretty lowkey. I brought a green salad that went over pretty well. It was in a big, clear bowl, so I was able to have fun with contrasting layers (spinach, red cabbage, romaine) and then make concentric circles out of shredded carrot, red pepper, black olives, tomato, and chick peas. It turned out rather pretty and, thanks to a food processor with a shredder blade, it was pretty quick to pull together. One of the others brought a chocolate chess pie which she called "home wrecker pie." I agreed that even though I didn't have a significant other, I was still ready to leave him/her/zir for the pie. So good.

That sounds lovely, Calli.

I was still ready to leave him/her/zir for the pie

These are the best sorts of compliments. The last one I got on my pie was "This is...artisanal." and later the same guy said "And there was no afternoon sugar crash!"

I was pleased as whatever. Go team pie.

(Although chocolate chess sounds like a sugar/fondant pie to me--I'm really all about the fruit. Not even pecan--full body shudder)