Single girl's eve after

9:56 PM

Blizzard.

Christmas card assembly,
finally.

My So-Called Life,
the complete series.

Three jiggers of Bailey's Irish Cream
and a shot of Ketel One,
on the rocks.

Fervent hope that,
maybe, 

the office will be closed
tomorrow.

Fervent gladness to not have had

travel plans that might have been thwarted, 

for once.

Fervent desire that

(in addition to the cats)

my company included a live

Scrabble-playing 

Bailey's-drinking

companion

at this moment.

Yeah.

Go back to that first picture
of a blizzard.

It's a bit too quiet.

Sigh.

Merry Christmas.