Holiday Hangover

Prelude to a holiday hangover, really, since there’s still one holiday before the long stretch of winter unfortified by rampant consumerism and gluttony. I still haven’t finished my Christmas cards (you’ll get them, promise), the days don’t seem any longer or brighter than last week, and I’m still working too damn many hours. I am stir crazy and lethargic, ready for the holidays to wind down, not ready for them to end.

Time to channel the crazy into finishing Christmas cards…

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current book: Having plunged no deeper into Moby-Dick during the last month, I am officially relegating it to Bedside Reading and finding a lighter companion for my Metra commute. I just bought Philip Roth’s Goodbye, Columbus and may give it a go.

current music: My dad drove me back to Chicago this morning, so we listened to Calexico and Canasta, since those are two of the only bands I like that he will agree to (and he “tires quickly” of Calexico). We had to listen to Canasta’s “Sympathetic Vibrations” twice in a row.

current socks: Just because Christmas is over doesn’t mean that the parade of Christmas socks is! Today’s are white with a large, bewreathed moose head. The moose’s antlers are a big tangle of Christmas lights.