Well. Christmas was quiet here, except for the dull roar of the Xbox360 that Ian and I purchased on our little trip... Now I'm just enjoying the relative quiet of work in a week where most folks are off. I got Christmas Day and Boxing Day off (something that never happened in my years of retail) and I will get New Year's Day off next week. So two nicely broken up weeks, and no school and no Beavers and no School Board and no hockey and lots of chocolate.

Patti lent me Diana Gabaldon's Outlander, because she was surprised I'd never read it. Karen gave me Barbara Kingsolver, The Poisonwood Bible, for Christmas, for the same reason. Both good, in very different ways. But not Karen and Patti can't agree on who gets to read Barbara next. Although since Karen just went off on a cruise to the Caribbean, I'm thinking it'll be Pat.

Can't sleep tonight. My right foot and hand are acting up again. Stupid. Gonna go back to bed and try to wrap them in blankets until they stop hurting. If I'm tired enough this sometimes works.