I was stuck for a subject for a entry in which I was going to write about nothing in particular, so this ludicrous quotation by the New York Times on the cover of Fluke, by Christopher Moore, seemed a good enough one. Ludicrous because it’s Moore’s seventh novel. The question isn’t where has he been hiding, but how have you missed him. (And shame on them if they have been missing him for 6 novels, he’s great.)

I’ve been enjoying my time off immensely. This morning was the first one where I didn’t wake up and check the clock to see how much time I had to get ready for work. Of course I normally work from home on Wednesdays, so maybe that had something to do with it. I’m prefer to think I’m slowly relaxing. :-)

Since we’re doing Xmas on the cheap this year, our gifts are of the crafty kind (in the sense of us making them, not in the sense of being deceptive – though we’ve done that upon occasion as well). Rachel is making bath salts, bubble bath and massage oil – and mixing up the scents herself. The first round of testing left my nose reeling from sniffing the various mixtures and anyone making an ascent to the second floor walked into an almost physical wall of nasal confusion as their scent receptors attempted to sort out all the various essential oils floating around in the air.

I’m making and canning some salsa. I hope. The last time I canned it was under duress and I was about 10 and helping my mother, it should be an interesting time – I’m just hoping it’s not interesting in the Chinese curse sort of way.

Much to the joy of Christmas traditionalists here, a white Christmas seems virtually assured. The forecast calls for a lot of snow and some freezing rain and sleet on top of the few inches we have already. After that the temperatures are going to drop into the teens for highs and subzero at night, so no melting will be going on.

See? Nothing in particular. :-)