I'm watching the Call the Midwife Christmas special with my dad, who last watched this show probably five years ago. He keeps getting excited when he sees a character he recognizes.

I might stay up late to watch the Heated Rivalry finale when it's posted at midnight -- I've been sleeping on a really weird schedule anyway. I'll see how awake I am then.

I need to be up early because my sibs & niblings are coming over for breakfast, so I'll just be on a social media fast until I have time for an hour alone with HBO. (Yeah I know what happens but I don't want to watch the entire ep through Instagram edits before I actually watch it for real.)

Matilda and her beau have come back up from their nap in the Garden Apartment.

I made them a lovely, rich, nourishing, soul-warming soup from the Thanksgiving stock and turkey pot roast leftovers.

Storm continues to roll in on tumultuous waves, so I've switched to hot cider with cognac and a few small Lavender/Lemon shortbread cookies.

Went to the gay bars here, which were hopping. Picked up a sweet older man who shared my love of Heated Rivalry and his husband, went to a different bar, was v amused by all the boys, came home and it’s not yet 8pm. Poor planning on my part—I’ve had a drink and now want to go to sleep.

First choice Chinese restaurant told us there would be a long wait for food, I think they had a private event monopolizing the kitchen, so we went to plan B - an Indian restaurant that had an offering on Too Good To Go so I was pretty sure it was open. Really good food, nice to add that to the pool of eateries near mom&dad.

If I don’t watch Heated Rivalry tonight I’ll be taunted by everyone’s reactions all day at work tomorrow. I don’t think I have to stay up that late to do it, though. Already looking forward to rewatching in binge mode

Dad reports ice packs and resting while watching football has been very therapeutic.