19/12/06

madrobins: It's a meatloaf.  Dressed up like a bunny.  (Default)
I dreamt there was snow last night. Given that San Francisco and environs have been hit by a freeze (temperatures at or below freezing! Frost on the lawn across the street! dogs and cats living together!) this is not so out of line. And, true to form, I seem to be slouching toward my annual bout of Christmas bronchitis. I am taking it as easy as possible, given that the girls are home and seem to expect an unceasing round of jollity, and there is the celebration to mount, and my in laws arrive on Thursday afternoon. Perhaps I can stave this off. Failing that, I will call for drugs before the weekend; nothing says Disaster like a long weekend and no Zithromax.