He's okay this morning, but we have clearly pissed off some minor god, because in addition to the food poisoning, the A/C, and the hole in the ceiling, both times we've been out to restaurants, the food has taken forever, and we've ended up with comped meals and some kind of compensation. Which is okay, but I'M SORRY, THESPIS, WHATEVER I DID.

Oh dear, Dana. I hope he is better today.

Mousehole update

I have read that if you spread around some used kitty litter it will convince the vermin that somewhere else is a better place to be.

Merry Christmas! I should start cooking soon. Let's see, menu is roast beef, mashed potatoes & gravy, chickpea/spinach tart, green beans w/lemon/Dijon/dill sauce, tasty sounding brussels sprouts/sweet potato/quinoa thing, wild rice & pears thing, and a bunch of other things. I think we have more vegans/vegetarian people at this point than carnivores. Right now it is hard to think about making food because I have been sampling vw bug's peppermint bark. Oh my that is so yum.

Oh, no, Dana! I really hope that run of badness has come to an end.

I have read that if you spread around some used kitty litter it will convince the vermin that somewhere else is a better place to be.

I am not gonna do that in my kitchen. Just no. If I find other holes elsewhere in the house, maybe, as a temporary emergency measure.

One of the cats has taken to just hanging out in there, though. Listening for mice, I imagine. She looks so contented. She's always done that some, but almost constantly lately.

You know what's funny? I have an actual fire going and am still tempted to put on one of the many video yule logs that are available (Streaming fireplaces! That is more hilarious to me than being broadcast for some reason)

We have been busy bleaching the hell out of the house, though if it's norovirus not sure it'll make any real difference it makes me feel like I'm doing something to avoid the ick. Supposedly we are making a nice dinner tonight but it may get canceled.

My mother lost my husband's present. Fortunately it was only a printout, and not the actual gift. But still. I think the rain of frogs is next.

Timelies all!

Sitting in my parents' house, piggybacking on some unknown person's wi-fi. In a little bit there will be an open house so my parents' friends can see the little guy.

I have made my annual Buche de Noel. Yum.

I have a bonus unexpected cold trying to get a good foothold. I felt fine yesterday, but I woke up with a scratchy throat and I've been feeling progressively worse all day. This is not okay, damn it. Tim is going to go over to his Dad's early to help set up, and I'm going over later. Plus, 2 cars means I can leave early if I need to.

I used the neti pot, took extra vitamin C, and (per Tim's strongly held belief) ate chocolate. So I am awaiting the miracle healing to begin.

I swear I'm not saying home to watch the Minions movie, which Dad gave us yesterday. (Though I want to.)

amyth, while I am so sad for the years and years of stress, I am so glad for you that you found support and the courage to do what you needed to do to have clean hands.

Really, all you did was take care of yourself in a different way than expected. But you persevered and are now triumphant. I consider that winning at life.

Blessings to all here on this day, whatever it means to you!

Oh, Steph. BOO for the Christmas cold. I applaud your process and bid that nasty germs to AWAY with their accursed little selves.

I had one a couple of weeks ago and am SO pleased to be beyond it. Ugh to the max.