1. It's probably not a good thing to go into "training" for the Christmas season by eating all of the chocolates and candy the sales manager from the hotel in Sydney dropped off for me. At this rate, I may have started the usual Christmas-binge weight gain a little early. I should probably take the box of Ganong mint patties out from behind my keyboard.
2. The snow yesterday, though horribly for driving, was actually quite beautiful, if you took a moment to look at it. It made me want to strap on my snowshoes and go for a hike in the woods.
But not here, too many creepy people around here. I was thinking at home - in New Brunswick.
3. I said I wasn't going to do Christmas knitting. Then I said I would only do it for a few people. Then, on Saturday, I worked at the yarn shop. Now, I'm doing Christmas knitting. Crap. What is wrong with me?
4. Mr. Happy has been having problems with his back for the past month. He's had a bad back since he was about 20-years-old. His pinched nerve causes him to have sciatic nerve pain. Our mattress is too soft for him and so he has been sleeping on a single mattress on the floor in our room. We've been joking that it's like we're camping and have snickered a lot about the situation.
This last week, though, I have discovered the biggest problem with the current sleeping situation: Snoring. Mr. Happy has been under the weather, so his snoring has come back with a vengeance. Normally, I would elbow him in my sleep and he would roll over. No problem. Now, I wake up to the sound of chainsaws, wonder if the city is finally limbing the tree in front our house and then, groggily realize he is snoring. I mutter his name a few times, and the snoring continues. Then I find myself shouting, "You're snoring! Roll over!" He rolls over and goes back to sleep and I lie there, staring at the ceiling and wish we had a better mattress so I could go back to elbowing him.