I’m stalling on getting ready for a NYE party that I’m not that excited about going to, except it cost a ridiculous amount of $ and I scored us free tickets (thanks, M). On a work/politics/civic involvement level, it’s good for us to go. But we’ve just discovered Arrested Development (the show, not the group), and are interrupting a marathon viewing session to change out of sweatpants and lurch out of the house.
They’re supposed to have a “beef carving station,” and Alexander is trying to figure out what to wear that will allow him to bring home $125 per person’s worth of beef.
I’m glad it’s cold outside. Hopefully it’ll stall the scent and I won’t have to witness A’s untimely (but appropriate) death, being mauled for his role as the Pied Piper of Beefington.
I keep saying I’ll post more often and then I don’t, so I know this holds little water. But my job’s least busy point conveniently intersects with the New Year–so whereas I scorn “resolution” thinking, I am starting the Year of the Rat with big plans indeed.
One of which is to force myself to write more regularly. And to get back in shape, as I’ve been ballooning ever since April’s back injury. Soooooo, I’ll have plenty of Sisyphean efforts to write about…and since I’ve decided that blogging counts as writing, I imagine I’ll be doing it a fair bit, to distract myself from doing anything more productive. Or strenuous.
I have so much to tell you! We bought a house in October. I survived another tree fiesta. I started seeing a chiropractor who doesn’t terrify me and might actually be doing some good. I purchased a membership at a yoga studio at which I have yet to attend one class, since my intro session.
I’ve reviewed a couple more shows since I last posted. Links to those are here and here.
Alexander needs my help lining his pockets with plastic wrap, so I must go. But I’ll be in touch.
Happy New Year to all, and to all a Good Rat.
