We had pancakes also this AM. It seems like the first day of vacation is a perfect time for pancakes.

I should go to the post office, but I'm filled with can't this morning. I just can't. At all. And I kinda don't want to. I suck at Christmas for my parents which is making this worse. I think my malaise is related to my cold. I've tried netty pot, mucinex, a hot toddy. Nothing is making me feel better.

I have to do my performance review today. I feel like I'm writhing a legal brief.

I napped. I'm mostly packed. Just have to figure out which jeans I'm wearing and which I'm packing. But first, I think I'll go swim.

Ugh Kat, I hate the Christmas don't wannas. I am trying to at least fake a bit of happy for the break and the holidays. I have actual happy for the thought of delicious brunch, happy enough that I skipped the pancakes for myself, but not the coffee. Drank all the coffee.

That's the one who was just looking for a friend, meara? Maybe that word doesn't mean what she thinks it means.

If this is so, I recommend taking her at her word and acting as a disinterested platonic friend, no matter how oblivious that requires you to be. She'll clearly find that infuriating.

Ugh, just found out a family friend is going home into hospice care. I have known her and her husband all my life, their kids are my age, so we spent a LOT of my youth together. The father died a year ago, he was my dad's best friend. The mom, P, had been in a horrific muni accident a couple of years back, dealing with cancer since July, and then got hit with pneumonia and aplastic anemia.

My heart breaks for the family - mom and dad gone just over a year from eachother. For me, every time I check my e-mail I'm terrified when I see a Caring Bridge update, knowing one of the next ones will say she is gone from this world. She is an AMAZING woman, as was her husband.

That's the one who was just looking for a friend, meara? Maybe that word doesn't mean what she thinks it means.

Yeah, I'm definitely on the "girl, if you were just my friend, you'd just fucking join me on the dance floor"

If this is so, I recommend taking her at her word and acting as a disinterested platonic friend, no matter how oblivious that requires you to be. She'll clearly find that infuriating.

Pretty much my plan. After she left and texted about being upset, I was like "...if you wanted to dance you should've got out on the dance floor"

I'm trying to translate that into Newfinese, and I can't? Aeay=Away?

Hah, no, just a typo--it was "Come From Away"

Ah Suzi, I'm sorry for all who love This woman. It just hurts.

Flaring achy Achilles tendon means my plans to heft a hand-me-down treadmill up two flights of stairs are on hold. I think instead I'll go see a movie this afternoon.

lisah, that sounds delicious. I'd love the recipe.

I sent pictures of the recipe via fb messaging. Let me know if you can read it ok!

Pix, yikes!!! Poor kitty. Hope he's on the way to recovering. Thank goodness your landlady is on the ball with this.