Well, at least for those of us in the US. This sudden waking-up and yelling 'HOLY FUCK, TWO WEEKS TO CHRISTMAS!' is not entirely due to our being in a coma. Because of the calendar, and how Thanksgiving fell this year, there's about a week less time between Thanksgiving and Christmas than usual. I'd say for most of us in the US, Thanksgiving is the official sign that we need to get moving on Christmas. And this year Thanksgiving was waaay at the end of the month, instead of nearly a week back, which is more common. So, uh, what was I saying? Oh, yeah.
HOLY FUCK, TWO WEEKS TO CHRISTMAS!
...on a related note, the baking. I was in the store the other day to pick up the ingredients for the lemon truffles (which are very likely the only 'fancy thing' getting made this year), and the clerk asked me what I was making. I said lemon truffles. She instantly went into an unbelievable five-minute long explanation of why she didn't do Christmas baking, like I was going to yell "SINNER!" and leap across the counter at her. Good grief.
If you don't like to bake, then for crying out loud, don't. It's a very rare person in the westernized world (which is where Christmas happens) who NEEDS some extra fat packed onto their ass. The only reason I do baking is because I enjoy it. I actually used to list baking as a hobby, like knitting or reading, and I did bake that much. (I unloaded most of it on my friends.) Due to weight gain, the move to SC, hand problems, and other issues, I've cut way back, but the holidays are a once-yearly indulgence where I cut loose and really bake. This year it's taking a hit again, due to that missing week, having a three year old, and the crafting. And I'm sure my family will survive with a little less butter, sugar, and chocolate in their diets at the holiday just fine. So will yours.
Politics lately has left me either boggled, shocked, or amused. I fear you'll have to hear about it.
First, uh, selling a senate seat? Isn't that a little corrupt, even for Illinois? (For those overseas, in the US, if a senator resigns their seat in the middle of a term - say, to become president - the governor of their home state then appoints a new senator who is approved/ratified/smooched/whatever by the state legislature.) After eight years of Bush, we're all pretty blase about government corruption, but hearing a guy state "a senate seat is worth a lot, I'm not giving it away for nothing" on a wiretap is still boggling. Just... good gods.
And the UAW. (United Auto Workers, most powerful union in the country these days, probably.) Did they just commit suicide, or what? How fucking arrogant is it to refuse to take a pay cut, when your people are making 90% more than industry average, and the corporations you're bilking are about to go under? Sometimes absolute power doesn't corrupt; it makes them fucking stupid.
AND THE SHOE-THROWING. (The Iraqi journalist that threw a shoe at Bush yesterday?) The only part about that incident that doesn't make me smile is wondering what happened to the poor guy who threw the shoe. (Hey, no harm done. Fine him for disturbing the peace, snicker at him, and let him go.) Otherwise, it's the least Bush deserves. I wish it had hit him. Has he figured out he's universally hated yet? Maybe not. He's pretty stupid. It's like having the reincarnation of Warren G. Harding in office, except Harding's wife had the good sense to whack the guy three years into his presidency.
Um, otherwise, I'm trying to finish the batik today so I can get it to a dry-cleaner and back by Saturday, when we leave for Ohio. It's about half done, and going at about 3 yards an hour. So, what, two more hours, and some dyeing. I hope, I hope, I hope.
Starting the second sleeve as a break sort of thing.
Still have to wrap all the presents. Always a pleasure, with the hand problems.
Oh, and the second dose of the new med went all right. The loopy feeling was much more mild, but lasted longer. Like, until about ten this morning. But I suspect I'll build some kind of tolerance for it.
I think I'm babbling. Yup. Pretty sure.