my hair smells like hotdogs

Random mutterings:
The kids at the Creepy Christmas Themepark were roasting wieners over the fire.
"hair scent: roast pork" was never on my life's to-do list.

Today was officially the most depressing day of the year to go to a mall. Somehow I thought a visit to H&M would be worth the agony. For the first time ever, it wasn't. That's why it's called "Hit&Miss". Just stay away from the malls, people.

It has been a highly entertaining few weeks. Starting with the 1400km, 4-day odyssey Sarah and I took along the historic trails of Quebec. Seeing waterfalls in November does the soul good.

And then came the Christmas parties: 2 for work, and more at friends' houses. Last night was the official office Christmas party. Much fun was had in various forms, and I've been working through a mild hangover on 4 hours sleep for the rest of today. I'm not drinking again for another week.

So tonight I had an impromptu comfort night -- I ran into my neighbour Ali and she ended up making me dinner, after which we watched the Sound of Music over candy cane ice cream. Evenings like this make me feel special indeed.

But on the other hand, my dear Aunt Helga lies fractured since yesterday in a hospital bed near Seattle. Send up a few prayers for the greatest, most awesome 86-year-old matriarch, will you?