Today's back to as close to a "normal" workday as I get. The only abby-normal part of it is not having any court or client appointments, but the next two days will make up for that.
The last of the Christmas cards went out in today's mail; a couple have straggled in since I wrote here about the lack of them, but I'm sticking by my story about this year being a swans-a-swimming-swansong for that genre of greeting.
We've yet to decorate. Emily usually is the agoggiest about that, and she won't be home, still, for a bit, but Eleanor mentioned the other night that she hasn't been up to it, between her shoulder still hurting (and I suspect her heart, too, after last week's horror) and her job being crazy in the past weeks.
On the bright side, she also mentioned her time and brainpower being taken up by creative efforts, and you can never go wrong with that. She's on the home stretch of knitting a winter hat that Em asked for, and just today, she finished the drawing, from one of her photos, that's featured in this entry of hers:

Assuming I don't get too un-normal later today, I'll at least get the bare of the tree up, so Zoey can run up it in the traditional Tree Has Feet 2M of every Christmas here.
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She's not the only one exuding the creative. Today's mail brought the book that I'd hoped to pick up in person from the author, and his lovely bride and other friends, before the funeral the other day.
Yes, this one:

Photo by the positively shiny Sharon Chapman;)
I made the acknowledgements page of this one, along with others far more deserving (especially said bride), but as I just noted, it's nice to be acknowledged. Even better is to be acknowledged to be nice....
My own recent basebally booky effort is now out to a good half dozen betas, and I'm doing my best not to bug any of them about it. Once we get through the holidaze and the impending apocalypse, I'll start teasing its subject and characters a bit.
Enjoy the end of fall, if not the end of It All, over the next two days.
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The last of the Christmas cards went out in today's mail; a couple have straggled in since I wrote here about the lack of them, but I'm sticking by my story about this year being a swans-a-swimming-swansong for that genre of greeting.
We've yet to decorate. Emily usually is the agoggiest about that, and she won't be home, still, for a bit, but Eleanor mentioned the other night that she hasn't been up to it, between her shoulder still hurting (and I suspect her heart, too, after last week's horror) and her job being crazy in the past weeks.
On the bright side, she also mentioned her time and brainpower being taken up by creative efforts, and you can never go wrong with that. She's on the home stretch of knitting a winter hat that Em asked for, and just today, she finished the drawing, from one of her photos, that's featured in this entry of hers:

Assuming I don't get too un-normal later today, I'll at least get the bare of the tree up, so Zoey can run up it in the traditional Tree Has Feet 2M of every Christmas here.
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She's not the only one exuding the creative. Today's mail brought the book that I'd hoped to pick up in person from the author, and his lovely bride and other friends, before the funeral the other day.
Yes, this one:

Photo by the positively shiny Sharon Chapman;)
I made the acknowledgements page of this one, along with others far more deserving (especially said bride), but as I just noted, it's nice to be acknowledged. Even better is to be acknowledged to be nice....
My own recent basebally booky effort is now out to a good half dozen betas, and I'm doing my best not to bug any of them about it. Once we get through the holidaze and the impending apocalypse, I'll start teasing its subject and characters a bit.
Enjoy the end of fall, if not the end of It All, over the next two days.
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Date: 2012-12-19 07:08 pm (UTC)But I haven't forgotten you! Honest!
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Date: 2012-12-19 07:12 pm (UTC)Praeteritio is mentioning something whilst saying it cannot be discussed.