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Saturday the 17th was Holiday Party Day; somewhat overbooked and still wrestling with the remnants of the Cough That Will Not Die, I nevertheless did manage to get to both![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ilwitchgrrl's lupper potluck and pam's cookie-orgy shindig on behalf of the Chicago-SF crowd. Had as good a time as was physically possible in my diminished condition at both.
Tuesday the 20th should have been the knitting Guild December meeting, but I decided to blow it off at the last minute because I simply couldn't bear to suit up to brave a deep-sea, er, deep-winter trip over and back on the El. Don't laugh, I'm sure every one of you who's lived in this city for more than a year has done the same thing at least once.
Holiday was, well, Holiday, with the main exception that for once I got away with putting my foot down about refusing to be dragged up to see the Relations in Wisconsin, with whom I have little but some basic genetic material in common anyway, and sent Mum on alone with printed directions. (It does, at least, seem to have registered with the Relations that I knitted all their gifts last year and that, therefore, I may not in fact be in dire need of any novelty sweaters.) A much calmer and happier Holiday was the result for all concerned, and I would like to state for the record that I was not the one who started the fight about geopolitics a couple of Thanksgivings ago anyway.
Most of the intervening week, and I do mean most, was spent playing Avernum 4, which is so massive that despite this herculean effort I've probably got another third of it to go. Mmm, now that's value for your entertainment dollar. But I have to spend a bit of time catching up on the ol' flist before it scrolls off into the ether before I gear up to tackle the rest of the game, so...
Oh, and Mum had the Mighty Thor checked at the mechanic on Friday for what turned out to be a tank of dirty gas, and now the car smells like mulled cider for some inexplicable as-yet-untraced reason. This vexes me.
Saturday the 17th was Holiday Party Day; somewhat overbooked and still wrestling with the remnants of the Cough That Will Not Die, I nevertheless did manage to get to both
ilwitchgrrl's lupper potluck and pam's Tuesday the 20th should have been the knitting Guild December meeting, but I decided to blow it off at the last minute because I simply couldn't bear to suit up to brave a deep-sea, er, deep-winter trip over and back on the El. Don't laugh, I'm sure every one of you who's lived in this city for more than a year has done the same thing at least once.
Holiday was, well, Holiday, with the main exception that for once I got away with putting my foot down about refusing to be dragged up to see the Relations in Wisconsin, with whom I have little but some basic genetic material in common anyway, and sent Mum on alone with printed directions. (It does, at least, seem to have registered with the Relations that I knitted all their gifts last year and that, therefore, I may not in fact be in dire need of any novelty sweaters.) A much calmer and happier Holiday was the result for all concerned, and I would like to state for the record that I was not the one who started the fight about geopolitics a couple of Thanksgivings ago anyway.
Most of the intervening week, and I do mean most, was spent playing Avernum 4, which is so massive that despite this herculean effort I've probably got another third of it to go. Mmm, now that's value for your entertainment dollar. But I have to spend a bit of time catching up on the ol' flist before it scrolls off into the ether before I gear up to tackle the rest of the game, so...
Oh, and Mum had the Mighty Thor checked at the mechanic on Friday for what turned out to be a tank of dirty gas, and now the car smells like mulled cider for some inexplicable as-yet-untraced reason. This vexes me.