carrying on
I went for a walk the other day with Clyde and Sarah through the housing development to the west of us that I call America. We were on a search for the most amazing Christmas light display, and the results were not as satisfactory as I had hoped, although we did find this gem.
From left to right: Santa and Frosty in a live action snowglobe, Santa's landing strip (complete with flashing runway lights), and a very large Moose Kringle & gifts
I am doing well, although exhausted, which might have to do with the fact that I was deathly ill all last week.
Now I am trying to figure out what to do with my life (which changes every day as new information on Papa's status becomes available). For now, I will drink tea and sell firs.
Last night I went to yoga and had dinner with Jill and Matt. Then we met up with Sarah to go see the latest Coen brother's flick. It was violent and scary, to the point that I got a stomach ache. Or maybe that's cause I had to shell out ten bucks for a seat.
Time for some laundry. And perhaps a nap.
Life is so, lifelike.