Back into the Spirit.

I am such a sap.

Tuesday night we went to a performance of the Christmas Carol. More specifically, John Huston playing Charles Dickens doing his signature spoken performance of A Christmas Carol. It's superb; one man stands on stage and talks (Or rants, or gesticulates), and holds everyone enthralled with a story they know too damn well for somewhere over ninety minutes. He's good, the story's good...

And I still cry. Every damn time.

Heck, I cry at the Muppet Christmas Carol (and not because I think it's dreadful. Rather the opposite; it's very well done for a post-Jim Muppet thing -- at least, IIRC, it was the first post-Jim movie. But Muppets don't usually make me cry.)

Of course, it also meant mom finally got to see the Bhigg House, probably the smallest theatre in the city (Being as it is someone's living room), and meet Decadent Dave and his lovely wife (Actually, I don't think I introduced her directly to Elizabeth. Or to Dave, though she did that pert herself. I'm very bad about introducing people, even when I know it's more than usually necessary, because I always expect to be forgotten for myself.) And the cat was friendly this time and got much coddled by the audience.

I follwed this by a tentative start at Christmas shopping Wednesday night, and choir practice last night - the first one I've made after three weeks of missing it. Owie. Well, it seems I rejoined in time to get the load of Christmas music, much of which I still recall from last year.

Anyhow, this meant I broke my resolution a day early, and cracked open the Christmas music. It helps that I've some lovely stuff all around. And I *will* shop and get Camerata Nova's new one this year (I always get myself one Christmas album. I might have skipped this year due to broke if not for the release of that, dammit.)

Alas, one thing I realised belatedly -- this week's true "I'm an idiot" moment -- is that I don't know *how* I'm to be paid; whether they mail me a cheque, or whether it gets deposited (And if so, thank goodness my account has Not changed over the years. Like the name change, that was an alteration Colin and I discussed that never got implemented; unlike the name change, I currently see this as a good thing due to my uncertain work situation.) If I don't at least see an envelope Monday, I'm calling the agency to ask. I'd rather sound dumb than go unpaid.

Oh, and yes, I had to make myself one more new icon.

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Colin's been sick all week; it's hit me as mostly horrific headache. Anyhow, my hubby's been sick and unhappy, and thus, lo, went out on Thursday and bought Battlestar Galactica Season two (Both sets).

A lot of the roughest edges are smoothing out. Eep. it slurps you in like an evil thing.

Back into the Spirit.

I am such a sap.

Tuesday night we went to a performance of the Christmas Carol. More specifically, John Huston playing Charles Dickens doing his signature spoken performance of A Christmas Carol. It's superb; one man stands on stage and talks (Or rants, or gesticulates), and holds everyone enthralled with a story they know too damn well for somewhere over ninety minutes. He's good, the story's good...

And I still cry. Every damn time.

Heck, I cry at the Muppet Christmas Carol (and not because I think it's dreadful. Rather the opposite; it's very well done for a post-Jim Muppet thing -- at least, IIRC, it was the first post-Jim movie. But Muppets don't usually make me cry.)

Of course, it also meant mom finally got to see the Bhigg House, probably the smallest theatre in the city (Being as it is someone's living room), and meet Decadent Dave and his lovely wife (Actually, I don't think I introduced her directly to Elizabeth. Or to Dave, though she did that pert herself. I'm very bad about introducing people, even when I know it's more than usually necessary, because I always expect to be forgotten for myself.) And the cat was friendly this time and got much coddled by the audience.

I follwed this by a tentative start at Christmas shopping Wednesday night, and choir practice last night - the first one I've made after three weeks of missing it. Owie. Well, it seems I rejoined in time to get the load of Christmas music, much of which I still recall from last year.

Anyhow, this meant I broke my resolution a day early, and cracked open the Christmas music. It helps that I've some lovely stuff all around. And I *will* shop and get Camerata Nova's new one this year (I always get myself one Christmas album. I might have skipped this year due to broke if not for the release of that, dammit.)

Alas, one thing I realised belatedly -- this week's true "I'm an idiot" moment -- is that I don't know *how* I'm to be paid; whether they mail me a cheque, or whether it gets deposited (And if so, thank goodness my account has Not changed over the years. Like the name change, that was an alteration Colin and I discussed that never got implemented; unlike the name change, I currently see this as a good thing due to my uncertain work situation.) If I don't at least see an envelope Monday, I'm calling the agency to ask. I'd rather sound dumb than go unpaid.

Oh, and yes, I had to make myself one more new icon.

____________________

Colin's been sick all week; it's hit me as mostly horrific headache. Anyhow, my hubby's been sick and unhappy, and thus, lo, went out on Thursday and bought Battlestar Galactica Season two (Both sets).

A lot of the roughest edges are smoothing out. Eep. it slurps you in like an evil thing.