"Men's courses will foreshadow certain ends, to which, if persevered in, they must lead," - Dickens

I have more-or-less perfected the art of limping about the house on one crutch, which enables me to do revolutionary things like carry objects in my other hand. In this fashion, I have made breakfast, put away laundry, and decorated some addtional parts of the house.

And not once -- not once -- have I given into the urge to say "God Bless Us, Every one!"

Weather forecast for tonight: dark. ~George Carlin

E broke a window on our landing today basically by pressing his nose up against it to look at the snow. I have no idea if we'll be able to get anyone here tomorrow to fix it, or how much fixing it will be. Also, we don't have any plastic left so we can't even cover up the hole. Right now its an inlet for a very cold breeze.

I'm guessing that about half the presents I ordered in my internet buying frenzy on the 13th simply are not going to arrive at all. Its frustrating, but having worked in the industry for so long I know that the delivery services can only do what they can do. If nothing's flying then nothing's flying. Still its going to make a fairly bleak Christmas even bleaker. (However, there is one order -- the one that I placed when Amazon said Last day for Christmas Delivery with Free Shipping that I'm pretty pissed about, since the estimated date became December 30th almost as soon as I'd placed it.

I think its very possible I won't be going to work tomorrow. However, I should try to go in if I can. Unfortunately, that means Josh will need to shovel me out, which is deeply unfair. Also unfair is the fact that I rented a car for an entire week in no small part so I could come and go as I needed this weekend, but the car is still right where I parked it on Friday night.

I have nothing wrapped. The stockings are not hung. I never made Rice Krispie treats with E as I had promised myself.

I'm tired. I'm really sick of not being able to do stuff. Yes, people are understanding, but I'm not understanding. Its been seven and a half weeks already - I should be able to do more than this. What's the cash value on missing out on three months of my life, anyhow????