{ current ear worm: David Guetta's 'Sexy Chick'. idfk. }

[delga]

Found a truckload of post on the doormat this morning, half of which was for me. Arms of triumph! tigertrapped, powerof3 and solanpolarn, thank you for the cards! I have them on display in my room.

zeitheist and mollycares, I got your letters and will reply today. If I get them out on Monday then they should be whizzing their way to you before the Christmas shut down.

As I have clearly missed the posting deadlines, overseas flisters can expect to receive Christmas cards in the new year. I might make things interesting and send them in June. WHO KNOWS.

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Psssst, twincy! Your parcel is totally not making it to you in 2009. On the plus side, it now has tiny Christmas giftage in it, too. Huzzah! I'm tempted to keep it until May and send you next year's birthday stuff at the same time, but I won't. Hopefully.

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Christmas plans are up in the air because of family Things. I don't know. I don't see 2010 getting any better, and I think we should be together for that, but I'm not exactly high in the chain of command.

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So: the snow. Despite the fact that the severe weather warning in the East of England didn't extend to include my portion of the Fen, we happened to get the worst of the snow fall. I set off for work at 6.40am and got in at 10am. Yeah. That was great. I left work at 2.40pm and got home by 5.30pm, so at least the timing was consistent. Walking through Cambridge was both depressing and disgusting.

The lovely thing about living in a rural community is that there aren't enough people to disturb the snow. The double plus benefit of living in the Fen is that on a morning like today you can have miles of untouched white and miles of unblemished sky. Fuck hills, man; I'll take the atmosphere any day.

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I will definitely be typing today. Definitely. No, really. TYPING TYPING TYPING.