Not quite just another day around here this Christmas morning, the home owner returned the other day a couple weeks earlier than planned and being pretty much a teetotaler myself went to sleep at the normal nine or ten o’clock and left them to their drinking games. A bit of a mess around here this morning as to be expected, my PC is set up on the kitchen table and that itself is clear so good for me and easy enough to make room in the now full sink to get a cup of coffee.
Not wanting to get stuck when buying a new laptop sometime in the next couple weeks with hitting the daily limit of my debit card withdrawals, went to the mainland yesterday and extracted the $1000 have managed to save up. Not nearly as crowded as expected and got lucky with only one person in the bank line before me, when my turn at the teller was up there were a dozen or more then in line behind, always nice when timing works out in your favour.
It’s a day of reading and a little walk later, also going to get the fly-out menu working on the new design for the MG Web Services site going but before that Mathew Good has a nice blog this morning about the Christmas of 1914 when hostilities were halted for a day; and John Anthony McGuckin has penned a reminder in the NYT of how consumerism has changed a story about a kindly Bishop to a red suited magical person.