'Tis the Season

My flow of mental spewings has, as will be evident to anyone comparing the date of this entry with the one that preceded it, slowed to a trickle. I wish that I could report that this was due entirely to the arrival of mini-BG, but it just isn't so. Fact is, I could probably dedicate more time to this endeavor if I simply...dedicated more time to the endeavor.

Not only that, but I've not been spending my free time introducing my infant daughter to the joys of literature. No, most nights I return from work and fulfill my portion of the child-rearing duties with a TV remote in my hand. The only reason that I'm able to put the finishing touches on this entry (which I started yesterday) are because the wife and daughter are out doing their part to float the economy.

Hmmm...perhaps I should retitle this 'blog "bitch ghost" for the time being. I seem to be doing precious little else here. Onto something a little less kvetching.

The Xmas weekend was a bit outside the traditional this year, as MLW and I requested that we not undertake the "rock star tour" through the tri-state area, on account of the little one. So we played hosts, and due to all attending parties bringing their share of the nosh, everyone was quite sated.

What was even more surprising was the fact that we weren't literally buried beneath presents for the little one. At the risk of slipping into the realm of the ungrateful, I hadn't really relished the thought of trying to find space for a couple dozen stuffed animals and a metric ton of toys that make noise. We needn't have worried.

The best part? Having nowhere to go and nothing to do on Sunday. We not only slept in, but we remained firmly ensconced in the bedroom for the majority of the day, venturing downstairs only to retrieve the sustenance necessary to keep us functioning.

And then it was back to work.

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