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All I Want for Christmas is Super-Human Speed…

…Or the Ability to Manipulate the Space-Time Continuum.

Since our move, I find myself short on time. Everything seems to be creeping up and jumping out at me from behind the corners ahead.

I suppose a lot of it has to do with the do-it-yourselfing that we’ve been doing. It has not been too bad, but there are a lot of little things that need to be taken care of.

And so, other things have taken a back seat. Things like Christmas cards.

It’s December 18th, and I haven’t even sent out one yet. This is a new low for me.

So if you’ve sent us one and have not received one back, please accept my apologies.



It Feels Like Home to Me

Christmas woes aside, it certainly feels good to have our own place.

You tend to feel invested in a place when you have to paint it. Especially the cranberry-coloured accent wall which took six coats of paint.

I’m damned proud of that wall.