I got a Christmas tree on Wednesday, a lovely six foot Noble fir. We haven't decorated it yet. We will tonight. I wanted to leave it up for a day or two to see if the indoor mountain lions were going to wreak havoc, but they've left it alone so I think we're good to go. I'm enjoying this holiday season a lot. I'm not very cynical, you know. I'm sarcastic, and I'm not a fool, but I'm instinctively inclined to see the sunny side of life. So when life gives me lemons I hang 'em on the Christmas tree. Or something like that.
The Christmas cards are arriving in increasing number in each day's mail, and I love seeing their bright colours on the table next to the sleigh and cows. I am prone to singing Christmas carols when I think no one can hear me. My happiness would be unbounded if it snowed around here, but it never does, and besides, it hasn't even snowed in a lot of the midwest or on east coast yet. My pal ikaros said this was Columbus, Ohio's first snowless Thanksgiving in 100 years. Global warming, feh.
I used the condominium's hot tub this morning for the first time since we moved here, and it felt like heaven. I have a violent neckache again, meaning my muscles are so tight and so sore that my movement is restricted. Part of the problem is spinal misalignment but the part that really hurts is . . . well, everything hurts, actually. I'm not sure why these things save themselves up for weekends, but I assume it's because of my iron control over myself. I never fall apart during emergencies, and I can't afford to be sick on a weekday, so voila, I get sick on the weekends to deal with the ongoing crisis over Dixie's health. By Monday I'll be okay. At the moment, I smell like chlorine which seems to entice the cats tremendously. Keiko has been licking my fingers, and Natasha sniffed my hair very, very carefully. Eau de Hot Tub, baby. It drives the chicks wild.
I'll post a photo of the tree after I download all the pictures from the digital camera. I brought it in on Thursday to take photos of the gang at the office. We're going to have bios for each agent on our web page. The boss has authorized me to write a short, realistic bio with one completely bogus fact in it just to liven things up. I'm planning to mention "Gnarly Marley" and her surfing career, Darcy's refusal to eat anything but meat, my own reliance on astrology when buying stocks, and so on. I'm just waiting for the batteries to recharge long enough to complete the download of images. Meanwhile, I think I'll have a hot shower while I'm waiting, and get this chlorine off me. The cats are eyeing me again.
