It's been a last-minute dash, which should have been stressful, but all I can feel beneath my usual confused ambience is calm, possibly even cheerful. This is probably because, having eschewed all television for a few months (mostly by chance and because I haven't the patience), I haven't been subjected to any Christmas specials or reruns of old films one is supposed to sit through because It's A Classic. 'S great!

Wrapping still to do - I waited for Slen to come home from work so we could do it together, but he's sleeping now. (The wine shop got completely bombarded, unsurprisingly, so he's tired.) I haven't got all that many things to wrap, because various people either said "don't get me anything" or didn't tell me what they wanted. Last year I was Super Reading-People's-Minds Man, but this year I knew I wouldn't be able to do that. Some of the stuff we ordered from Amazon.co.uk hasn't arrived. Slen can't remember if the option he paid for included guaranteed delivery; if so, he could complain, but I doubt he'll bother. I'm not bothered about getting my spectral black dogs book late.

Dad hasn't been in touch, despite apparently having arranged with Slen that one of them would contact the other about plans for Christmas day. Consequently I don't know WHAT either of them thinks is happening tomorrow. It'll be especially stupid if he's got food for us under the impression we'll be visiting. (He hasn't been given that impression at any point, mind --- quite the opposite --- but dad often assumes things will happen and sits around waiting for them to do so.) I wanted to invite him here this year, but he didn't make contact so it's too late now. And yes, there's a reason I haven't contacted him.

The weather varies between frosty, wet and our favourite 'wet on top of black ice'. I haven't been to see Northern Lights yet because no bastards'll go with me and I'm scared of braving the crowds alone. Maybe I'll take myself on or after Boxing Day. Also, proving stupidity is the greater part of bravery, Slen and I went to the supermarket earlier today. Yes, it was vultured. No bread left at all. Very many humans, including ambushes of screaming children --- but once we reached the checkouts they were completely clear. Woot.

Stuck in my head, in defiance of all probability and sanity, is last year's German Eurovision entry. Yes, the yeehaw one. Drives me mad because the words don't parse correctly...

What else... tremor's been back with a vengeance from time to time. I've got my appointment for my brain scan on the evening of the 4th of Jan. I'm sure they won't find anything. ;)

I'd write a review of the year or something equally pants, but I honestly don't remember any of it. XD

Happy Christmas (which I maintain is a secular celebration) and religious festival of your choice!