I am wickedly craving garlic bread for some reason. Presumably the four humours – sugar, salt, fat, and caffeine – have gotten out of balance.
O Holy Night has been stuck in my head all morning.
I don’t want to work. I want to eat chocolate/roasted nut bark (it’s all gone now) and look at photo.net.
Someone brought in a plastic container of chocolates, what appears to be a standard assortment of milk and dark. However, based on the revolting “orange cream” one I just ate, I have a suspicion someone picked out all the nasty, unwanted chocolates and brought them to work. Now THAT is funny.
The lights at the Christmas tree lot looked exactly right this morning. I think the key is the half-light of morning while the lights are still on.