Saturday night, just got half-done putting up the Christmas tree. Since it's fake, there's about an hour of setup time sorting, attaching, and "fluffing" the branches to make the tree look its best. Sharaun's not been feeling well and has picked up a cough, so we only went halfway tonight and will finish tomorrow. Today was a day of Christmas shopping, Kristi lending me her chick's-eye and helping me with Sharaun's gifts. And tonight we all went to the local sushi joint for a meal in honor of my nameday. Some of the gang went in and got me an awesome dart set as a gift, with all sorts of interchangeable shafts and barrels and flights and other pro-sounding dart parts. I don't know if I mentioned, but we brought back a really neat pub-style dartboard with us from Florida, y'know the kind that is inside a little wooden enclosure with foldout doors and chalkboards to keep score and whatnot. So, the dart set was particularly thoughtful and prudent.
I've almost decided we'll never get our tree fully decorated. Sharaun's sick, and when she's sick she's miserable. Not to be mean, she can be the "strong woman" and all, but when she's sick she plays it for all it's worth. So, we erected the tree yesterday and strung the lights today, then gave up due to sickness. We have boxes strewn about the living room, half-opened with ornaments ready to be hung. Maybe we'll get to it one evening this week, I'm not sure. Sharaun's pretty wrecked when she gets home from work. Ho-hum... despite all I do y'all, the place still looks like I live with a teenager. Clothes on the floor; half-hung decorations littering the living room; the cabinet from which the bowl, still holding the darkened-milk results of a mid-day bowl of Cocoa Pebbles and left out on the coffee table, was removed still hang open. Ahhh... whatever, I know the rest, you know the rest... no point in writing.
Back to the subject of my bday loot, I got some really cool stuff. Friends Kristi & Erik got me the Daily Show book, America, which has ousted the "Trump Girls" edition of Maxim from the tops of the bathroom reading list. The book is clever and hilarious, and the fact that a couple of pachyderms bought it for someone who tends to favor donkeys shows that humor can transcend partisism... or something else, I dunno. Sharaun got me this, which is really cool. Kind of like the portable jambox of yore, this thing uses my wireless internet connection to sync with all the MP3s on my computer, making them available to me anywhere (within range, that is). The portable speakers are passable for working-in-the-garage or grilling-outside scenarios, and it can also plug into the home stereo via optical or RCA when more volume is required. Not a bad invention, and from initial tests yesterday, it seems to work pretty well. An awesome gift, something I completely didn't expect.
I guess that's it for today, because I'm done with ideas. Tomorrow maybe, maybe it'll be better then.