Playing with all my new toys, and finding homes for them around the house.
…This is no small feat as my little home is already jam-packed, and in some cases a little displacement has had to take place. This always takes twice as long as it prob’ly does for other people, because changing things around makes me second guess the new options. I know I need to just make a choice and leave them till I get used to it…which won’t be for several days…but I keep getting all impatient and shift and re-shift them endlessly.
…Two and a half hours later, my brain is so “done,” you guys.
…Meanwhile, tomorrow am back to work, then home to strike the decorations on account that rehearsals this week need me to. I need enough time to clean before the small New Years party Marty has nominated me to hold for all us cast adults. We’ll be too busy working scenes on the night of, and not enough time after to dress and get anywhere else afterwards.
Am uncommonly excited about it 
…No better way I can think to usher in the next year than with a bunch of family, after spending an evening doing something I love.
The bar is stocked.
Marty is floating food ideas in her head.
…And I can only do so much futzing ‘tween now and then, what with a full work schedule ahead.
Sitting here now with “Bells of St. Mary’s” on, sipping some Ceylon Orange tea, trying to calm my brain a bit as I gawk at Bergman’s face, roughly the size of my own, looking back as me from a new significantly larger TV screen. In fact, I keep getting sucked into it and forgetting that I’m s’posed to be writing something.
…I love you and all…but Bergman close-ups outrank you.
Don’t feel bad.
…They outrank pert near every person who has ever breathed.
And that’s the truth.
Ask anyone.
~D
P.S. Incidentally…in this last hour of Christmas, you should totally watch this:
