Well, the weather outside is chilly (not very frightful), but inside is nice and toasty, made more so by the Yuletide Fire DVD Mom got.
I had a very weird few moments at the Canadian Brass concert (where they played only a couple of Christmas songs) Saturday night. They played Bach’s Toccata and Fugue in D Minor, which I know from their Greatest Hits album. I listened to that album on repeat while reading The Mirror of Her Dreams and A Man Rides Through, by Stephen R. Donaldson, years and years ago, and ever since then, whenever I hear that album, I’m returned to that story. That’s never happened to me with a live performance before, but it did Saturday night. For the length of the song, scenes from the books were shuffling through my memory. Strange. But cool.
Then Jess and I stayed up to watch Love Actually and drink champagne. 🙂 Until 2am.
I wimped out on my run this morning. I took Howdy with me, but I left my ear muffs and gloves behind. We only made it three blocks before I decided I was too cold. That was dumb, ’cause it’s going to be even colder tomorrow. I won’t forget my ear muffs and gloves again, but I don’t know how much that’ll help.