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Thursday, December 25, 2003

 

We are Santa’s elves



Feliz navidad, y’all. Lucy and I are here at work, while Science Girl prepares Xmas dinner for Science Mom & her husband. I’m hoping they’ll save me some leftovers. It’s not that I haven’t eaten; my employers provided a nice dinner for all of us working tonight. SG is trying out a new chicken recipe tonight, and I’m curious as to how it will turn out.

Chicken. Very definitely not beef.

Santa was very good to all and sundry living at Science Manor this year. We all got some pretty groovy toys. We hope the same was true at your house.

Since all the higher-ups are gone today, I was able to bring in some decent Xmas music for a change. Right now I’m listening to Ella melting all over “The Christmas Song”. A very welcome respite from the crap we’ve been stuck with, I can tell you. Oh, wait, the disc just changed - now it’s Vince Guaraldi. Y’know, I don’t think I’ve ever heard any of his work outside the Peanuts realm. Anybody out there know anything about his other stuff?

To be honest, I’d rather be sitting in my favorite chair by the Xmas tree, sipping some port and scratching the dog on the head. As it is, I’m sitting in a chair, by a tree, scratching the dog on the head. No sign of any port. Can’t have everything, I suppose.