December 26

  • Don’t you just love the day after Christ­mas?

    I’m sit­ting here wear­ing a stu­pid base­ball hat, since that’s the only way I’ve fig­ured out to keep the stark win­ter light out of my eyes while I sit in my office. But to ame­lio­rate my feel­ings of how dumb I look, I’m con­duct­ing sci­en­tific research to deter­mine which of the assam teas in the Upton Tea sam­pler Greg gave me is the best one. So I’m hav­ing to brew cup after cup of top-rate assam tea. And make no mis­take, the dif­fer­ence between the worst and the best will be neg­li­gi­ble — basi­cally every one of these eight teas are per­fect. Still, one must be scientific.

    And in the inter­est of sci­ence, one must also test the tea using Real World con­di­tions. So, for instance, how is the tea after I’ve had a lit­tle Christ­mas fudge? Or pump­kin pie? Or choco­late cov­ered espresso beans? (I don’t usu­ally eat those beans, but they hap­pen to be here for times when my work pro­duc­tiv­ity could use a boost. So they don’t have any­thing to do with my tea con­sump­tion, but after the fudge and pie, I’m too lazy to take myself off and get any­thing else.)

    I’m think­ing of all kinds of stuff I’d like to blog about, and some I may actu­ally get around to. I’ve man­aged to fin­ish up the work I had to do. (One of the down-sides to work­ing for your­self is that days when the rest of the world is on vaca­tion are good days to catch up with where you wish you were.) And I’ve got a stack two feet high — I mean lit­er­ally, two feet high! — of books in the next room that I have to make my way through. I don’t mean I think I’m going to read them in the next day or so; that’s just how long I think it’ll take me to fig­ure out how I’m going to assign them to myself over the course of the year.

    The dog, I believe, is still sleep­ing in the same sun spot in front of my desk. For right now, there aren’t any peo­ple walk­ing around or geese honk­ing over­head as they migrate, so Clemen­tine can take the ease of the good watch­dog on a break.

    I hear the laun­dry slap­ping around a lit­tle in the dryer. It’ll be done shortly and I can take it upstairs. I’ll have to step over boxes to get it where it needs to go, but thank good­ness, the garbage­men come tomor­row, and then we can begin that process of find­ing the floor after Decem­ber 25.

    Don’t you just love the day after Christmas?


    Related posts:

    1. Decem­ber 20
    2. Decem­ber 17 and deformed treats
    3. Cold as a bat’s underpants
    4. Get­ting all Christmas-d up here
    5. No room at the inn. Or the megachurch.

    December 26th, 2005 | Grace | 2 Comments |

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  • s-p 12.26.2005

    I know I do…I just got home from fin­ish­ing 200 sheets of dry­wall that I was sup­posed to com­plete over the week­end so they can be painted at 9:00pm tonight. I’m sit­ting here in my new flan­nel “Grinch” PJ’s work­ing on the radio show, arti­cles and catch­ing up on blogs…but not my own.

  • Mimi

    Christ is Born!

    I do love the day after Christ­mas, Grace!

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