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Mi madre has accused me of lollybloggery, and I suppose she is right. She is experimenting with snowbirdship at a conference in Miami. As for me, I've been rather busy for the past few days. Here is an update on My Fantastic Life:

Wednesday I had five hours of choir practice, which was madness itself. Our concert is Saturday, and we are reasonably ready except for the Rutter Gloria, which is fine except for when the tenors have an "Amen" with eighth notes anywhere near it. We just sort of give up at those bits and it doesn't sound anything like as cool as it could. The rest of it sounds decent. Wednesday's practice was with the brass, percussion, and organ, too, so we got a good preview of what all that will sound like. I think it will be fantastico.

Yesterday I went for a lovely run with the cross-country folk after an afternoon walking about the in Glebe and a little schoolwork in Loeb (how I love thee, Loeb) after our second-to-last public affairs lecture. Katherine was disappearing on mysterious errands throughout our stroll and refusing to explain herself. All I knew was that Thursday night there was to be some kind of Christmas-related activity going down at our place, and when I arrived home around 5:30 I was expecting great things. After a few hours of further mystery preparations (I was not allowed to look) Emily arrived and all was revealed to us: a full-on, 0-to-60 Christmas kickoff. We stuck cloves in oranges and made gingerbread and drank eggnog, and decorated the ficus, Figgy, until we thought Figgy simply couldn't take any more without falling over. Actually, we didn't really drink eggnog, just the ceremonial sip-and-grimace before we abandoned it. And then we watched Love Actually because that is the best Christmas movie ever. Emily has all the pictures of the festivities on her camera, but I promise to post some soon because it will bowl you over. "Surely that is not a student pad!" you will gasp. "Surely not! There are no empties on the floor, and they have cranberries on strings! What manner of students are these?" These students, gentle reader, are B.PAPMers. This is what they do.

And this morning we have snow. Perfection!