On the Master List of Things To Do, I've been making a dent:
Tomorrow:
- Sort mail and deal with bills
- Wrap presents for work.
- Make dishes for Friday work parties.
- Sweep dog hair
- Put all shoes and extraneous coats away (actually, I could do that tonight before I go to bed)
Friday:
- Wipe down counters
- Mop the floors (No point until the rain stops)
- Organize remaining baking supplies
- Get down other tree skirt from the attic
Saturday
- Pick up Angel Food order
- Sweep out garage
- Wipe off front and back steps (both are covered in muddy footprints)
- Windex glass surfaces
- Repair ornaments
- Make this year's Christmas craft (not telling as some of you who may read this are getting one)
- Wrap the rest of the presents.
Sunday
- Make truffles.
- Make cookies.
- Find decorative hooks and actually hang them so I have a place to put my new robe
- Laundry (including dog beds, bath mat, and linens)
- Borrow IL's vacuum! Borrowed my neighbor's instead, and God I want a Dyson!
- Put extra bedding back in the top of the closet.
In other news, That Man (aka DH) totally owes me. While I've been busy knocking all this stuff on my list out, he's out at his parents doing some work on his computer. Fine. Then at 8:30 (right after I put my dinner in the oven), he calls begging me to go into town to one of the Mexican restaurants for a $10 gift certificate for his boss for tomorrow's Christmas party (he drew his boss in the secret santa). God forbid he remember to do anything himself. So I leave my dinner in the oven (turn the temp down), and go. When I get there, they tell me that since they've changed the name of the restaurant, they haven't gotten the new gift certificates in. I call That Man back and tell him we should just give his boss cash and let him decide what he wants to spend it on. But no. That Man says "Go to Harveys" (not cheap local restaurant). "A $10 gift certificate to Harveys? That won't buy lunch." He just bellows at me to go to Harveys and hangs up on me (this indicates that said computer work is not going well). He got called a few choice names in the privacy of my car. I went to Harveys, got the damned gift card. Came home. My dinner was burned. What am I doing now? I'm making his freaking dip. Why? I shouldn't, just on principle. But I'm trying to head off the whiney begging call I know I'm going to get later. He owes me. I haven't figured out what the payment is going to be, but I'm leaning toward a luxurious bath, wine, and enactment of at least one of my favorite romance novel scenes...
In any event, my house is considerably cleaner (despite the puppy prints everywhere, so I feel better). All the bills for the next month are paid, some of the clutter is picked up, and I've knocked out about half the things on my list. I consider that a good day.
On the writing front, things are going well. Pot and I have been doing a lot of worldbuilding and I've been expanding my cast of characters and fleshing them out some. I think I am mostly going to focus on worldbuilding and plotting for the rest of this month (not like there's a lot left of it) and get started on the actual writing in January. I have to really buckle down on getting my class written the next three weeks, so I can't really afford to get totally sucked into writing until that's done (that whole paycheck depending on it thing). I found the face of one of my characters tonight--not my hero, but he'll be the hero of his own book down the line. Viggo Mortensen. Sigh. I'm going to enjoy writing him. My current hero, Conall, still doesn't have a face, though I have a vague notion he may be dark blond. Pot will croak. She is not a fan of blond men. I'd like to put faces to my people this week and solidify the subplot. I've got the theme now, so that should help shore things up a lot.
Time to let the dogs out to potty and hit the hay.
Update:
That Man's response to my making his sausage dip "Ugh! I wanted to do that? What did you do that for?" He's on my shit list. I'm going to bed.