The 14th was a long time ago.
Since the 14th, I stood up with a friend as she said always-and-forever vows to her best friend.
I hosted Thanksgiving weekend with my best girl, full of unconventional food, British television and returning the things we bought the day before.
I read two very heavy books. Not heavy in weight, but heavy in subject matter. Weight-wise, they weren’t too bad.
I helped friends move into their first home, imaging the life that will be lived as I lugged bookcases upstairs.
I saw one of my favorite bands perform live. I watched one of my favorite movies. I talked at length about my favorite television shows.
I said the phrase, “I want to marry him” an embarrassing amount of times about an embarrassing number of men, none who I know personally.
I finished a writing project that was a new experience for me.
I decorated for Christmas. Did lots of dishes. Wrote many cards. Took my car to the doctor. Bought gifts for people I love very much.
What I didn’t do, obviously, was post on my blog. I’m horribly behind on the Diary, and I haven’t recorded the last two books I read for this month (I may not [read: will not] make my 4 book goal this month…oops). But I’m getting back on the horse. I’ll be posting a few times this week, and keep it up as much as I possibly can throughout this holiday season.
I still have something to say. I hope you still want to hear it.
Check back soon for posts about: British panel shows, Advent, expecting, The Mighty Boosh, books, and Edinburgh. Maybe I’ll throw in a post about David Tennant, just to mix things up. I’m crazy over here!