Raineth drop and staineth slop, And how the wind doth ram! Sing: Goddamm.) Perhaps I'll look in to joining my pagan friends in a real solstice celebration this year - goddess only knows I'll be ready to somehow mark the turn of this foul time of the year, other than stuffing myself like a pig.
Now I'm at work and I have a lovely new CD by Jordi Savall to listen to ("Ostinato", which I picked up at the REBEL concert on Saturday) and no work to do. Well, I've got a Thursday deadline for my Michael Kenna story, so I guess I'll work on that when I'm doing nothing else. It's going to be pretty quiet, what with my office mate off playing new daddy. Maybe I can find the motivation to eat less ... perhaps saying I'll only snack if it's a homemade Christmas goodie will be enough to help me slide back down to my pre-Thanksgiving weight - or I can just call the whole thing a wash and get back on the wagon after the New Year's comes.