It's Christmastime in the city. Greg did most of the decorating (I helped with the fun part: trimming the tree.) I probably would have gone with the ubiquitous little while lights, but Greg convinced me that the kitsch factor of the big colorful bulbs was preferable.
Meanwhile, my dad and I are competing to see who can watch more episodes of the same show in a short period of time--he's doing 24 (eight episodes in the last few days) and I'm doing Law and Order: Original Flavor (4 episodes in 2 days, but planning to add to the total tonight.) My dad's excuse is that he just had surgery on his foot and isn't allowed to get out of bed. My excuse is that my brain hurts from writing papers. I have also tried to defuzz the synapses by taking walks around the neighborhood, but today was so cold that I never got out of my pajamas and bathrobe.
Speaking of which, another competition just ended. Greg and I were seeing who could hold out the longest before turning the heat on. I declare myself the winner because I was willing to stick it out, and I'm the one who is in the house all day long. But we decided we should probably do it when his dad was here the other day, because if a pipe exploded or something, we'd have someone around who would do more than gape. The house stays pretty warm, thanks to the homes on either side of us. It was settling right at 59-60 when we finally caved. Frankly, I just liked the excuse to wear several layers of fleece. Cause fleece is cosy. And I look so fetching in my pastel bathrobe.
And now, back to Law and Order! Give 'em hell, McCoy.
1 comment:
Wow, I admire that your heat wasn't on! I couldn't bear it. I installed a programmable thermostat in our house the other night so that we can use the heat and save money. Best invention ever!!! (Oh, and I'm with you on Law and Order, only I prefer SVU).
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