Promise Keepers

Let it not be said that Rob bailed on a promise.

If you want it done right...

Well, since Rob went with a more adventurous choice for yuletide Monkey Tuesday, after all but promising me a monkey wearing a Santa hat, I'm taking matters into my own hands.

It's a little late, but...

There was a close second:

But given that it's after the fact, I think the tired monkey better fits the days following Christmas.

Apple's Free Christmas Gift

What's cuter than the actual I'm-a-Mac guy (Justin Long)?

This.

If I lived in a Rankin/Bass holiday special...

Holy .....!

Zoinks! It's a week 'til Christmas! Functionally, taking into account that it's after 10:30 at night as I write this, and that stuff like Christmas cards actually can't wait until the day before, it's pretty much a week. A week! How'd that happen?

I mean, I began December thinking I was more or less on top of things. Then the three-week time vortex sucked me in.

At least I still have some comp time and daylight flex time remaining at work. Getting sick over Thanksgiving weekend seems to have muddled by timeline more than I'd expected.

The holidays just get more stressful every year...

Happy Birthday, Emily

AFTER great pain, a formal feeling comes--
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs--
The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries before?

The Feet, mechanical, go round--
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought--
A Wooden way
Regardless grown,
A Quartz contentment, like a stone--

This is the Hour of Lead--
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons recollect the Snow--
First--Chill--then Stupor--then the letting go--


Emily Dickinson
born on this day in 1830

Imagine

Twenty-seven years ago.


Before the World Trade Center attacks, before either Space Shuttle accident, the first I-remember-where-and-when moment for me was when I heard John Lennon had been shot.
Twenty-seven years ago.

Remember.

Imagine