Once upon a December dreary...

The guy I've been eyeing on the bus lately turns out to work on my floor, down in the RR wing. I saw him in the corridor, carrying coffee just now.

It's nearing the solstice, and I think I want to hibernate for a month. I've managed to haul my carcass out of bed early enough to bike only once this week. Between the dark and the rain and the lethargy, it's not easy to poke and prod myself out of bed.

I splurged on books at the Brooks signing Wednesday. Lackey's anthology Sun in Glory, McCaffrey's new watch-wher book, and a couple of Pratchetts. I read Witches Abroad again yesterday, and reconfirmed its status as one of my favorites. The witch books seem to be - dealing with myth and story the way they do. I like the Watch books better than I did at first read, but I still haven't entirely warmed to the Death books.

Of course, with Witches Abroad fresh in my mind and a dash of the story I betaed for Rhi, the morning shower thought started out:

( Once Upon A Time, a Story walked into a bar... )

Rhinestones and worms.

I'd been wavering about it since the sudden attack of the sore throat yesterday (gone in 12 hours), but I finally got around to tarting myself up for our yearly Christmas party.

I pulled the dress Lucy Hale'd given me out of the closet, dusted off the rhinestone jewelry I'd gotten for my senior prom and then got a little wigged out - the dress is a lovely, shimmery blue with rhinstone straps, and though the cut and fabric are different, it's almost the same shade as the dress I wore back in the when - at prom. This dress is much prettier than the old one, and Lucy? It got a ton of compliments - thanks!

I may even have proof that I tart up good - we'll see how coworker T's new camera worked out when I go in Monday morning.

It was a little funny taking the bus. My original thought (prompted by a coworker) was to bring a bag and change down there, but I missed my first bus, and in the hour wait for the next, I decided, what the hell, and changed and farted around and then waited outside for about twenty minutes for the next bus. I got out there early and just watched the trees against the sky and the cars zoom by.

Then I wined and dined and chatted with a ton of people and their significant others. I've been craving shrimp for days now, and they always have these lovely large ones with cocktail sauce. I missed my bus home, but coworker T was lovely and gave me a ride home.

Back home, my worms finally came - I dumped them in their box 'round six, and they're still distributing themselves amongst the bedding. It's kind of cool - I got a brick of pressed coconut fiber for the bedding - it's just fun to watch it expand, this giant sponge, and then it's just fluffy goodness to play with. Only now it's got worms and a little bit of saved, blenderizer vegetable ick for them to eat. I know I'll be poking at them alot in the coming days. Worms!