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A cheerfully busy weekend, as Yeats woke up on Saturday morning in full Clark Griswold mode. By 1:00pm, we had purchased a tree and had it set up in the living room, gotten groceries and a whole chicken so that we could make Roast Chicken and 40 Cloves for dinner, and adjusted the yard decorations to his liking despite the rainy weather. We decorated the tree Saturday night, while sipping holiday mead and listening to a Pandora Christmas station, and it looks lovely. Hector has only tried to climb it once. It helps that it has several low-hanging boughs, which he likes to lurk under (Yeats calls this his Panther of the Pines routine), which keeps him happy and away from ornaments. Both cats are also wearing their holiday clip-on collar bowties, which makes Westley look dignified (red plaid against black-and-white coat) and Hector look like an awkward Christmas party date (sparkly green against grey-and-white coat).

Related, while putting together a calendar on Snapfish (Ireland photos for my grandmother), we were laughing over a silly picture of Hector under the tree. Yeats idly clicked over to the Christmas card designs, and found one with the message of "Oh Come Let Us Adore Him"...and anyway, if you would like a slightly sacrilegious Christmas card with a dorky little cat on it, let me know and I'll give you my email so you can send your address. Yeats' mom already thinks it's great, my family will love it, and if any of the cousins are offended...well, I'm offended that several of them haven't bothered to learn to spell my name correctly in the eleven years I've been part of the family, so we're even.

This morning, my car decided to be grumpy and wouldn't quite start. Fortunately, in the knowledge that my car Does This Now, Yeats and I purchased a sturdy little jump kit that lives in my back seat. Despite giving myself a slightly bloody nose when I bashed my face against the steering column, and despite this worrying smudge on my sweater cuff, I had the car jumped and running smoothly in under ten minutes. TAKE THAT, MONDAY.

Reading Log: Ashes by Laurie Halse Anderson; Romancing the Inventor by Gail Carriger; Whale Talk by Chris Crutcher; Johannes Cabal the Detective by Jonathan Howard; Heroine Worship by Sarah Kuhn; The Lady's Guide to Petticoats and Piracy by Mackenzi Lee; Long Way Home by Katie McGarry; The Greatest Love Story Ever Told by Nick Offerman and Megan Mullally; Copyboy by Vince Vawter