Meow, it's cold inside
This being an even-numbered year, we are once again off to England for Xmas. So to all, may you & yours have a stupendous holiday. Oh, and that thing a couple other people have mentioned about not sending cards this year? Us too. Just no time.
So we're having a rare genuine cold spell this week (meaning, temperatures as low as the mid-30s, uncommon for the Bay Area), causing us to feel more than the usual quotient of guilt re: the pets, specifically Lola. While Pascoe gets to spend two weeks next door at my mom's house, Lola will find herself in a house where suddenly the heating grates stop working. Yeah, same as in '04 and '06, but it's colder this year. (Plus as far as she knows, Pascoe is going to England with us; she won't know he's just next door.) So I'm thinking of asking my brother, on particularly cold days, to come over and turn on the heat for an hour or so. Al Gore wouldn't approve, but Lola surely would.
I was going to mention a few other things, but time runs short. Let's see...
Why am I still watching Heroes? There is absolutely no justifying it. It goes from the ridiculous to the exponentially ridiculous. Plus they killed Veronica Mars. (Oh, sorry. But really, as far as spoiling this show, as Lt. Worf once remarked, "You cannot tarnish a rusty blade.") Make me stop.
Paul Newman died awhile back. I meant to write something here but never did. He was one of my favorites for as long as I can remember. Also--Mary-Jane has never seen Hud, The Hustler, or Cool Hand Luke. This shall be remedied.
Politics. Um, no. I think I underestimated how beaten down I was by the past 8 years. Every time lately I think of addressing some of the myriad things in my head, it defeats me. So instead, here's Steve Earle: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Af5SahC1DE
See you all in 2009!
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