Scared clean.

I got up this morning, vented, then cleaned in a mad fury. The apartment even stayed reasonably clean. I think I may have instilled terror in the dirt molecules.

It's quietly raining, the candles are burning, the cats are snuggled up next to me, and I'm mentally letting go of all the things I didn't get to do today. I love being productive, but watching the Kid dance around a giant fountain while I maniacally snap my camera around her trying to get a Christmas photo is so much better than working on a giant stinky PowerPoint presentation.

I wish there was someone here so I could run to Target, pick up Christmas cards, put gas in the car, go for a run in the light rain, and then go see The Holiday, but there isn't. So I won't. Sometimes I hate dragging the Kid shopping, especially if the stores are crowded and I'm in a rush. (If your card's late, please know the Kid had a great and unrushed weekend.)

My cell phone and my cordless are behaving really weirdly lately. The batteries are dying out, and I think it's because I charge them both relatively close to each other. During the day, my cell phone is either dead, or two milimeters to the left of "range" so that when I walk out to my car in the evening, I suddenly have three voicemails. They're all from Oana.
I love you, Oana! Îmi lipseşti.

Each day, I wonder when the cable company is going to put an end to my free TV. They haven't noticed that my neighbor moved out yet, and for some reason, the cable in my apartment connects to his old signal. I miss having the box, though, and the DVR. I've been sleeping through Medium, and now that I'm back living in the olden days, without DVR, I just miss it. I think it's a great show, but I really like the relationship between Alison and her grounded & fiercely intelligent engineer husband. I like the way he patiently listens to her at 3am and gives a calm and understanding opinion.

I need Tivo.