I'm back! Yep, London was amazingly cool - I plan to publish the journal I kept there soon; just been in pre-Christmas overdrive and haven't managed to put blogging on the agenda.
Basically, for now, I just need to say that I think "The Little Drummer Boy" should be banned, permanently, from all Christmas song anthologies, radio play, and any other public venue. This song sucks my will to live. I was just on hold with a supplier, and it was playing - not only the song itself, but a "special" rendition that featured an additional singer crooning a secondary set of words over the main singer - like, "We have to teeeeeeach the children, to come togeeeeether..." or something equally smarmy and horrible. Seriously, and I'm not kidding, it brought tears to my eyes - not of sentiment, but of sheer suffering and embarrassment for whoever was singing. It was that bad. Almost as bad as listening to Steely Dan. (Ah, you know I'm just playin', E! LOL!)
Christmas is barrelling down on me like a Pamplona bull, and our living room/dining room is an abbatoir of present-prep detritus. The rest of the house is covered in dust and fur, since cleaning has been below even blogging on the list of priorities. Yet, not only do I need to have all the wrapping done in the next few days, but I need to completely clean the house in preparation for lodging 6 family members as part of the "second Christmas" the Rhodes family is having in L.A. since Mandy is about to have her third kid and can't travel. Sing with me, now (Chipmunk voices optional)... "Christmas is a time for stress, my house is such a friggin' mess!"
OK, back to the mountain o' paper I have in front of me... Bad Tracy for slacking enough to write this! Bah...