Via Cynical-C.
So it snowed a little here last night.
At a guess, it’s about 12-14 inches. So it’s just as well that I don’t have to go in to work tomorrow morning. Or for any morning until January 4. That’s right, I’m using the last of my vacation days at the end of the year, just like in 2008. There’s really something wonderful about having all those days of not having to do anything stretched out ahead of me. (And, of course, being paid for it. My heart goes out to anyone out of work this holiday season.)
I plan to do some reading — I’ve still got a little ways to go to meet my self-imposed 50-books-a-year minimum, thanks largely to a little year-long reading project — some movie and TV-watching, and maybe, just maybe some writing. I’m seriously thinking of entering the Geist Literary Postcard Contest. I’ve got the postcard, and I think the stirrings of a story idea to accompany it. Let’s see if that January 15th deadline is enough of an impetus to get me to finish it.
Other than that, not much to report. We put up the Christmas lights, though we’ll probably wait to decorate the tree until my sister comes home later this week, and we spent most of this morning shoveling out the driveway. It was a pleasantly lazy weekend here, and I’m looking forward to plenty more of the same.
Good lord, man – it’s like Alberta down there! Throw in some -25F and a cup of Tim Horton’s coffee, and you’re all set!
Glad you’ve got some time off, too…you worked pretty darn hard this year. A couple weeks off is well-deserved. I think I might try the 50-book challenge for next year.
And I dare you to enter the postcard contest. I’ve got my 500 words of dreck on the go.