Finally. Still was pretty tired today, especially after last night's...uh...bathroom diversions. The salad I ate at Sweet Tomatoes seems to have taken revenge on me (or didn't like my meds, or something like that).

We had a "Christmas excursion," so I'm going to pop over to Holiday Harbor and include it there.

James gave me my birthday gifts tonight, since we're going to be busy tomorrow (more house photos, and the Atlanta Radio Theatre Company's Christmas performance at Stone Mountain Park—maybe a sojourn to the DeKalb Farmer's Market to get boneless turkey thighs—only place that has them around here for a reasonable price—since I like to go before Christmas and see all the international foods anyway). He bought me a copy of How Mrs. Claus Saved Christmas (a sequel to The Autobiography of Santa Claus), a Magnetic Poetry calendar, and another fascinating-looking book called The Air-Raid Warden was a Spy, stories about homefront America during World War II.

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