Happy Christmas, everyone! šŸŽ„šŸŽ…šŸŽ

Especially to those of us who work in industries that don’t close for the holidays. I’m typing this as I scarf down some of yesterday’s catered feast since I will be soon heading into a 4 hour stretch where I’ll be lucky to have a bathroom break.

I’ve also agreed to work tomorrow even though I originally had the day off. Because I’m a masochist.

One of our awesome regulars brought in lunch for us today and not only is it a super sweet gesture, but it’s perfect timing because I’ve been so busy I haven’t even gone grocery shopping and yesterday I used up my last can of soup that had been sitting on my shelf for… years… (the “good by” date was in 2014 but I’m still alive so it’s still good).

I originally brought a half-bag of pretzels for lunch but now I get to have a proper sandwich. A minor Christmas miracle.

Happy Holidays, y’all!

I finally have Xmas cards and am planning to mail the out this weekend (yes I realize it’s cutting it close but procrastination is my middle name).

If you’d like to receive something festive in the mail from me, leave me a message with your address and maybe a name, too, because while I have no problem addressing something to jiyongsexxxypants, I don’t want to confuse your mail person (or family).

I’ll be on mobile so I won’t see messages since I still haven’t upgraded the app, but I’ll try to check in tonight if anyone has questions.

Oh, and I’m happy to mail wherever in the world the US postal system will allow, but international peeps will definitely be getting their cards after Christmas.

Am sad because I just realized I’m working the 24th when the local classical station would be live broadcasting The Festival of Nine Carols and LessonsĀ from King’s College, Cambridge, which is how I’ve habitually celebrated Christmas ā€œin spiritā€ with my parents, knowing they try to make it to their local cathedral’s performance, too.Ā 

So I got a little sick earlier today because presumably something I ate didn’t agree with me, which is the worst feeling y’know, and now I’m mildly paranoid about going to sleep because what if that urge returns while I’m sleeping and I can’t make it to the bathroom fast enough?