reckoning is sitting on top of the card catalog & making sounds like birds'.
[yes there is a card catalog in my house.]
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:i like this daily challenge that i have to find someone who will eat the day's piece of chocolate from the advent calendar that jane sent. yesterday i offered it to jojo who warned me not to open any days ahead of schedule. "you can't cheat or else baby jesus won't come."
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:i suppose i should change out of these mod clothes i wore to mass & get started with the woodworking. (thinking fond thoughts both of addie's sexy woodworking poem & of her diatribe against wood-boogers, all the while.) maybe i will put on some christmas-y music too. or maybe i'm a little off the christmas music since this morning, when the cantor tried his very best to sing "every valley shall be exalted" although his voice wasn't quite up to it, & it seemed like he knew it too, just plowing along to get done, hurrying toward the part at the end when the organist was just fine.
