I was waiting for an online meeting to start a minute ago and a colleague asked how things were going. I said “oh, this time of year I just hook my chain on at the beginning of the day, go where it takes me, and unhook it at the end.” He nodded, laughed, and said that was about right.
(Since then though I’ve been wondering what exactly it is I think I do when it’s not Christmastime? Hmm.)
I’ve made a decent dent in my shopping, though my once-reliable plan for Dad is no longer so. It used to be easy to get him things I was sure he would like but that he was too cheap to get himself, but that vein of gift ore is largely exhausted. I’ve gotten a lot of use out of my cordless power ratchet this year so I thought maybe I’d get him one, but he doesn’t really do any macro-wrenching anymore. Most of his tinkering now is on model trains and he needs magnifiers and tiny tools, but I’ve already plumbed those depths, I think. Perhaps inspiration still lurks.
It’s an exciting football weekend. I’ll start listening to my meticulously curated Christmas music next week. On the whole, it’s hard to call the complaints I have anything but minor. Looking forward to time with family and friends, both here and around. (The Precious Hearts Tour for 2025 is planned and booked!) I wish you suitable tranquility in the midst of the madness. (Don’t forget you may have to carve it yourself.)