Yule Be Sorry

Home for Christmas! It's been pretty relaxed, lots of reading and hanging out with friends and family. We went out carolling in the neighbourhood on Christmas Eve with a few of the gang (viz. Diane and her brother, Alex, Becca), which was lovely. Most people had never had carollers at the door before, but everyone was appreciative. Even the lady who answered the bell in her bathrobe seemed moderately happy to see us, if a bit discombobulated.

Today, Boopsie and I went skating and out to see Sherlock Holmes. It is not Holmes as we have thought of him, the ascetic and nerdy logician, but a Holmes who is all into fightin' and drinkin' and not so much womanizing as unrequitin'.

The next few days I'm planning on doing some concentrated relaxation before flying to London for New Year's. Currently I'm doing a re-read of Gods Behaving Badly, Marie Phillips' extremely funny bit of "where are they now" fiction, wherein the Greek pantheon is low on power and sharing a moldy house in New York. Eros as a born-again Christian is especially good - "I wish the Virgin Mary was my mother!"