Sheeee's Baaaaaack...she bleats from her sedentary position in the home she's been longing for..
True thing: "Sheep" by Pink Floyd began playing from random on my iTunes about 3 seconds after I typed the above sentence. I'll take it as a good sign - or a sign anyway.
The holidays have been everything holidays are and more. More. More! MORE! I'm dazed. I'm fat.
I'm TIRED. (did you hear that Dave?)
I wish I could say I'd kept an adequate photographic record of the past days events (at least to my standards), but then again, who wants to see anybody else's vacay pics anyway? Aren't they the oldest metaphor for boredom there is? Well, ok then...if you insist... here's a little gallery I'm calling: "Yule Tide and Cross Eyed" Upon review it appears my photo sessions were during brief (maybe stolen) moments when I managed to wrest myself from whatever else I was doing that produced a series of snapshot series - super concentrated on random events over the duration. The only well documented scene is the cookie production. There you go...no rhyme. No reason. Whenever the mood struck. Just like me.
As you can see - it's been an event-full; a Festivus, as it were that has left me speechlesslist.
Off to produce the gallery of ennui as promised.* Unfortunately, it doesn't create itself like our lord Jeebus H.
Try clicking on the bottom player a few seconds after the top player and you'll really bake your noodle. A Parlor game as bossy would say.
*which wasn't produced at first writing.