Coffee in the Denver skyline mug, "What Child is This?" covered by Sarah McLachlan on iTunes (no, Jessie, the song isn't from the movie XXX... too much media in my child's diet perhaps?). I begin my stream-of-consciousness (and send warm thoughts to Bill in cold Minnesota). UPS, those wily boys in brown, are up to their tricks again. I really hate it when my regular driver, Al, is either on vacation or supplemented by holiday help. The Next Day Air package I scheduled to go out yesterday to Seattle did not get picked up. In spite of repeated calls to USP customer service, repeated assurances on their part that it would get picked up, and the driver entering into the on-line system that it HAD been picked up, it was still sitting on the porch at 6:30 this morning. LALALALA, It's beginning to look a lot like disembowelment, uh, I mean CHRISTMAS. "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas" (covered by Bing Crosby) is on the iPod. I particularly like the line "And Mom and Dad can hardly wait for school to start again...". It's nice to see some things never change.
Today for J is the first day of Christmas vacation. Today for me is the first day of cutting and firing the 114-platter order. For Dave it is just another day in the run-up-to-the-Primaries hell (his team is working on rewriting CNN's election software and the move-up of the democratic primary dates has really boogered things up--everyone wants to be first, and, really, Iowa and New Hampshire deciding the candidates?). We still haven't even put up the rest of the Christmas decorations (outdoor garland and lights, lights on the piano, decorated J's tree... oh I am a bad Mom!). At least the presents are bought and (mostly) shipped.
But glass, glass, glass. This morning--and every morning except Christmas--for the next couple of weeks in the studio. This afternoon--and for many afternoons over the next two weeks until she goes back to school--a playdate at our house for one of J's school chums. During the playdate I will be at home instead of in the studio, and I will be working on end-of-the-year finances, class offerings, a supplier's list, marketing plans, and websites. The days are full.
But first, a quick run to the post office to pick up a package. Stay safe, stay warm, stay happy!