singer in a smoky room

I’ll have you know that I am very wound-up today. I just wrote an essay about puffins, and it had no fewer than 20 exclamation points.

I really like puffins.

Anyway! Last night, I had to work late to do an upgrade, and was stunned to realize upon leaving the office that the sun was nowhere to be found. Stupid winter. (Thankfully, it appears to be over: it’s spring today.)

I rushed out to the parents’ house and joined them for pre-Thanksgiving dinner, since they’ll all be out of town over the holiday, whereas I get to enjoy the pleasure and relaxation of hanging out with the friends this weekend. As is her custom, my mom made enough food to make the third world cry. She insists on making alternate versions of everything: stuffing with sausage, stuffing without; cranberries with sugar, cranberries without; two kinds of meat, celebration roast. Not to mention two pies and the brick, in addition to the pumpkin cheesecake I brought. It was a lot, and it was all good. I was even eating leftover celebration roast at my desk today, and I have cranberries and brick in my fridge.

As I headed homeward, I realized that FightKnitting Club would still be in session at Dunn Brothers, so I stopped by and dropped off the bag of brownies I’d intended for the work folks, and had forgotten in the car that morning. In addition to the regulars, I found Sean there, and discovered that Cindi had learned to knit. She was proudly displaying the tiny pink swaddling blanket she’d knitted for the Baby Jesus. Oh, my friends are crafty.

Today, I spent too many hours fixing an IIS installation at a client site, and, well, I guess it made my administrator-skills a little less rusty. As you know, I’m all about the bright side. Even brighter is the fact that the workday will be over in an hour, I am verymuch looking forward to this evening, and tomorrow is the only thing standing between me and a four-day weekend that involves much awesomeness, not the least of which will be me putting up my xmas tree.

HELL YES.
Jenni