Obligatory Christmas Post

Down to the wire, we are. My co-workers are dropping into their holidays like flies into sugar water. I'm enjoying the easy small talk that vacation plans afford. I am wholly unenthused about any of it except having next week off.

But I'm ready, nonetheless. After some cursing in an LCBO parking lot, I finished my shopping on Saturday. And seeing as how I neither bake nor decorate for the holidays, I was prepared for that quite a while ago.

I leave for Stouffville in a couple days, flying into Toronto for the first time, ever, instead of driving. My time until then is pretty packed: the annual xmas pedicure, with ST and The Tourist; soup to slurp; a scarf to finish knitting; presents to wrap; White Christmas with J.; the Chandeliers and beer at Babylon; Christmas Eve brunchy eggs and bacon with D.Jack; prezzies with the KGRF.

And then it will take me two hours to get back to a town that is not my home town, but the closest thing I've got going, and that's including the 45 minute drive back east from the airport. My dad got a cell phone special, just so I could call him when I landed.