I'm still in my pajamas. I'm only changing to go pick up tacos. And by changing, I may mean throwing on a big sweatshirt.

Pajama solidarity! I didn’t get dressed until ~3pm today. (I got sucked into Bridgerton.) And there were abundant leftovers from yesterday’s dinner, so I’ve been noshing on them all day.

I just had delicious takeout birthday nachos, and my mother was like, "So what do you want for dessert?" and I was like, Nothing, OMG. I have eaten so many sweets over the last three days.

Lovely to see you, Karl. Be well and safe.

Shir, I'm so sorry to hear about Batcat. He was lucky to have you as a servant.

For Christmas dinner we had cheeseburgers--a rare indulgence for us, and potato salad for him and homemade shells and cheese for me. We watched Diehard two nights before last, and suffered through D2 on Christmas Eve--you know, with Sipowicz, Senator Whosit, Franco Nero, and the airport? Least fave Diehard. But last night we watched D3, with baby Aldis Hodge, Samuel L. Jackson, Jeremy Irons--yummy. I don't know if we'll watch D4 tonight, with Justin Long essentially repeating his Galaxy Quest role, Timothy Olyphant, Maggie Q, and a fave of mine, Cliff Curtis. Or we could save it till NYE. "You took out a helicopter! With a car!"

The tree's been up, pre-lit, for days, and I got the ornaments on during Christmas Eve day. I got the candle clips and candles on the tree Christmas morning, and H "adjusted placement" on the ornaments. I got the toys displayed 'round the base of the tree. The last thing that needed doing was red tapers for the brass trumpet candlesticks--couldn't find them (we reuse them year after year, rarely light them for longer than it takes for a picture) where I'd safely stored them. And it occured to me they don't *have* to be red, so went with pre-used white tapers, slipped the greenery, cones, and berries candle rings onto the candles, et voila. Music on the stereo (hand-selected no vocals Charlie Byrd, Tingstadt and Rumbel, etc.) and a crackling fire on the teevee, and a blessedly lovely day ensued. The self-described 'annoying neighbor' (he asks H for help with maintenance tasks. 'I don't know this stuff. I'm just a trombone player'- with several famous bands--Basie being the current one) brought over a bottle of red. Another neighbor dropped off a box of homemade cookies. Nice.

Pajama solidarity!

Woot! I did just throw on a sweatshirt, but DP ran in, so not all that bold of me, really. Good tacos.

Yes, Happy Birthday, Jesse!

My mom's fudge turned out perfect-o. I am so pleased. I invoked her spirit before I started; guess it worked.

Birthday nachos! Very nice

Sounds lovely, Beverly.

Happy Birthday Jesse!!

Bev that sounds like a nice Christmas

I'm still in my pjs that Mom gave me for Christmas. ltc, who is always begging to stay in her pjs, got dressed unprompted.

Oh and I found out the high school seasonal part timer who is in her last week (well next week is her last week) got 35 hours. I have no idea how that happened but me and most full time people got 29-31 hours. I mentioned it to , actually the covid coworker who is really nice and a team leader--just in passing but they both thought that was bullshit. Maybe she doesn't really have 35 hours but it is fucking bullshit that a teenager seasonal worker gets more hours than most of the full time people.

I had a big fat lazy day. Watched movies/tv and painted nails and just had a delivery made to the parents.