Lisa, that's wonderful news--not the cold, the other, silly. Take a steamy bath in your boutique hotel. The only rule is that reading material must be paperback, just in case.
KTaylor, I don't think it had clicked until now that you're with a hoarder. Do you foresee treatment in D's future? I do enjoy my stuff, and we're packed pretty tightly, but it's manageable. I'm not sure I could deal with someone whose need to keep things is at a substantially higher level. I hope you've at least carved out a space that's clear and spartan where he is not allowed to put anything at all.
Haupe, maintaining my current weight is my goal over the holidays, too. We don't go to a lot of parties or anything, but between the kids coming here and nostalgia for the holidays of our childhoods, plus more wine and less inhibition, it's so easy to buy or make treats, to serve different main courses, to overindulge, to tell yourself it's only once a year, yada-yada-yada.
Mr. Maryn has determined that the drooping kitchen cabinet is beyond his repair abilities, so I get to deal with finding someone who can. We walked today--each time we go I fear it will be the last outdoor walk, and I don't like the treadmill. Today we took a wrong turn and had to backtrack in order to get out of a fenced area, so ending up walking over six miles. (I was good with it, but by the end I really had to pee!) Later I hit the farmer's market, which closes for the season soon. Got some autumn honey, but the jam lady wasn't there. Damn. She makes the very best I've ever had.
I'm still on a sort of hiatus from writing, actually considering stopping again. (Which I've done once before.) I don't seem to approach it with the skill or dedication many others bring to the table, my skin remains thinner than it should, nobody seems to want to read what I like to write, and maybe I should just be doing other things which bring me pleasure instead, you know? I mean, I like to sew, and I'm fairly good at it. Maybe I should sew and watch old movies instead of write and try to sell it.
Maryn, not upset or anything, so no worries