I Eat All the Pies: December 2003 Archives

The day is finally ending; it was exhausting. Wonderful, but exhausting. One of these years I'm going to pass the oven-mitts and paring knife over to someone else and exercise my right to a slothful Christmas, though I fear that half the fun, perhaps, is in the flurry of preparation, and subsequently seeing people enjoy the fruits of a grand endeavour.

And while the body is just about ready for an early night, the mind is still racing; it's desperate to go dancing.

Hey Allie, take me dancing!

Alas, everything is shut, and I feel halfway pregnant as it is. Nuh-uh, mind will have to wait for another day.