If I had time to get contemplative and nostalgic I might. Perhaps next week. Holidays are busy in the world of Gail, full of hugely trying bouts of vast food consumption, epic rivers of tea, presents, and a great deal of driving. Woe is me.
Look at me, all about the sarcasm this season. I can’t help it, good cheer and sparkly lights make me come over all snarky.
Mine appears to have been a very octopus steampunk set of festivities. This does not warrant sarcasm but is, in fact, a serious business. Look at my pretties!
From my Popster. Octopus globe available here, source of steampunk one is unknown.
From Ellen (found similar here)
From the In Laws (Archie McPhee’s)
Prudence is off my radar at the moment out getting critiqued. Wish me luck? This means I am attempting to complete all those tasks I put off in order to finish my draft. You know, tiny little things like overhauling my entire website, and e-formatting another short story, and last quarter’s accounts. Small insignificant little bits and bobs.
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Quote of the Day:
“It is, in my view, the duty of an apple to be crisp and crunchable, but a pear should have such a texture as leads to silent consumption.”
~ Edward Bunyard