not a cry you can hear at night
The holidays have begun. People are arriving and trips to enlarge the company are in their final stages of planning. Things smell bakery-like and I am seeing pies and cookies. Correction: lots of pies and cookies.
Some of the swelling in my cheeks has receded. Today I had a mini-meal consisting mostly of the softer parts of the Japanese order-out. That certainly is a step above pulling myself back from the cookie dough batter and not being able to sneak some of the semi-sweet morsels, per usual. However, though it may come as an ordinary confession, I make the best cook when physically restrained from eating the ingredients. Most of my hand-made lunches end up being consumed long before they reach a conclusion. It’s a crying shame.
There is a lot of time for someone who is rather inhibited by a recent surgery. I roared through The Dispossessed which is both stellar science fiction as it is philosophy. It is uncommon for me to be so drawn into a sci-fi novel (let’s not discuss my Star Wars days, at least, not now) so my beloved fascination with this book has been unprecedented. Good reading.
Some of the other vacant time was thrown into messing about some more with headers and graphics and the like. I like the confectionary theme to this one - we’ll call it my holiday participation. (My favorite part is the candy).
With the holidays beginning (there was some earlier effort in this entry to veer my thoughts toward such a focus, but, alas, I failed), time for visiting is fitting into the schedule. Tomorrow, I will see both Rianna and Jeremiah for the first time in weeks and months, respectively. I shan’t be late for this appointment.
Oh yes, and one last thing, quickly. The holidays make me… smile. Even though it hurts, with these current puffin cheeks.
December 24th, 2005 at 12:23 am
Ohmydear GAWAD, man. Your cheeks are bloody gynourmous. (Yes, that’s totally a word.) I had no idea…. You must be loving it.
I don’t recall having any swelling (to speak of) when my wisdoms were so shoddily ripped out. Now I feel lucky. Well, minus the aforementioned sharp-and-jagged-bone-they-left-in, I feel lucky. HORRIBLY lucky, maybe…?
Hope you feel better soon. Here’s wishing you’ll be noshing on tasty treats soon. Happy holidays, and all that rubbish.
December 24th, 2005 at 12:46 pm
I hope that you’re feeling better. Merry Christmas!