December 8th, 2005

eurydice james: pepperlandgirl4

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I'm not allowed to bitch about yesterday's craptastic day. At the end of it, I did manage to finally write the 3600-word next chapter for Echoes (even if it was more like words on paper at the end of it), and about 200 words on the first chapter of my next book. Plus, Craig was a darling and ran out to Starbucks to get me a gingerbread latte after the kids went to bed. Of course, he did that primarily because he was feeling guilty about what he had for lunch, but oh well. I'll take it any way I can get it.

He's working from home this morning, which I haven't decided yet is a good or bad thing. I'd planned on finishing up stuff for Alex's birthday, but with Craig home, Alex isn't going into nursery. I did manage to get the gifts that are bought wrapped, though, so I suppose that's better than nothing. We opted against the party, but there's still work to be done. Then I can concentrate on Christmas proper. The decorating is 99% done, but I haven't finalized the menu, finished the baking, or finished wrapping the gifts. There's also the issue about what I'm going do gift/cardwise with my family. We're so out of touch that I think everybody's just getting gift certificates.

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Just like everybody else suddenly getting comments mailed to them from 3 weeks ago, I just want to take a moment to apologize to those didn't get a response. Stupid LJ. Hopefully things will be better now.