I messed up my streak again, being too tired to post on Tuesday. Now it is Christmas Eve, and I have a few things left to do before the festivities begin, and I cannot decide between tea and coffee. Coffee has more caffeine, but tea is easier on my stomach. I shall blog while I dither (who says I can’t multi-task?).
Boris Karloff is the only Grinch for me. I have some Frankenstein earrings I wear this time of year (actually I only wear one: it is a thing with me to wear three unmatching earrings). A friend pointed out the wrong holiday, and I set her straight. Boris Karloff, who famously played Frankenstein, narrated “How the Grinch Stole Christmas,” as well as playing the Grinch. She stood corrected but still teased me the next time she saw me wearing that earring.
There is a line in the song “The Man with the Bag” that goes, “If you’ve done everything you should, extra special good.” This morning it played in my head as, “I’ve done a couple things I should. They were far from good.” But I daresay I underestimate myself. After all, nobody’s perfect.
This was actually another random picture to denote the passage of time, this time while I checked if I actually turned on the burner under the tea kettle. I had, and it was close enough to boiling (steam was coming out but the kettle was not whistling yet) that I poured my tea. It is steeping as I type.
And I am well over 200 words. I think I’ll bill this as a Wuss-out Wednesday and drive on. Merry Christmas Eve to those who celebrate, and Happy Wednesday to those who do not!


Merry Christmas Eve to you, too, Cynthia!