The excitement is mounting. The final on the Mary Triology remains firmly locked away in my dizzy head, which judging from my reflection in the window as I look out over downtown The 'Kan EWA, is about 20 years older than it usually is. I look old and tired. I feel old and tired. But the art in the new office is installed and hung and it looks fabulous. Here I would tie in with some very subtle joke about being hung but I don't have the damn time this morning. I have Christmas breakfast with my felon at 10 am and before that have to slam dunk one final set of financial statements, which these days I can pull out of my butt in hours, as long as I have a full set of bank statements and debt confirms. Problem I see with that is that I don't know if that skill is exactly the stuff I want my real resume to be made of; for the moment, I am not going to think about it , but rather think about The Eternal City, which is waiting for me. They are getting out the candles, checking the incense inventory and make sure those albs are sparkling clean. I know that Benedict, The Holy See, is feeling especially special about this midnight mass, because he will have some of his own people there, i tedeschi, and they willl be far from home. He is going to be really glad to see us. :)

And so the countdown to Natale begins. whee.

JBelle
Bellemaison, still
The 'Kan EWA