Når bakken er frossen og dammen er kald

This is one of those bunch-of-things posts. It is raining rather drearily outside when I hoped for post-Christmas snow. There are several months for that yet.

1. Christmas. Worked really well. There was eggnog in the afternoon with about a dozen people, one of whom stayed for dinner; in the morning, I opened stockings and exchanged books with derspatchel; my brother and his wife were around in the evening and I read Peter Dickinson's King and Joker (1976) on the couch while listening to a sampler CD of live jazz. rushthatspeaks made me an origami Viking hat ornament. The fact that someone has figured out how to fold such a thing affirms my faith in humanity and the fact that Rush did it for me is one of the reasons I love them. I did very little of anything yesterday except hours of Nokia and writing very flash fic for handful_ofdust, but it was good quiet. Leafed through my book on Etruscan cities. I have new software to play with.

2. Yuletide. I have not finished reading my way through the archives, but I am pleased to have found some things already that make me as happy as the first year I discovered this project.

( Bed v. cold, but lower half of body still evil. )

3. All of my leads for Boston-area housing have either failed to pan out or fallen through. I am ending the year in many better circumstances than I began it, but my living situation is something I really want to resolve. rosefox put together a useful and rather wonderfully worded post at the time, to the point that I might put "queer and nerdy, nonsmoking" on business cards if I had them. Further suggestions would really be appreciated.

Rob and I are going tonight to see Disney on Ice: 100 Years of Magic at TD Garden, tickets courtesy of a friend of his who works for the show. I can't remember the last time I saw an ice show live. Possibly never. Winter Olympics doesn't count, especially with all the commercial breaks these days.