Holidayitis: the state of being physically present in your office while your mind is already on Christmas vacation. I'm suffering from a serious case of it.
These last three days are going to be painful.
I was gone to lunch for nearly two hours today, but considering I had to make a deposit at the bank, go to Wal-Mart, put up my groceries at my house and make my bed in addition to grabbing a bite, that wasn't too bad. I admit that I don't miss the traffic in Conway or Fort Smith during this time of year.
I've started cooking for my two parties this weekend. Last night I made chicken tortilla and tomato and basil soup. The tomato one is especially yummy. Tonight I have to make sauce for chicken rigatoni for tomorrow night (sorry, Lon!) and start thawing out the cheesecake that I did not make.
The exciting news is that the cleaning lady came this afternoon, so my house will be spotless when I get home. I had to buy a mop for her because I haven't used one since I've lived in Siloam; I usually just sweep and vacuum the tile. She's also going to clean all the baseboards, something else that's never been done.
Still no word on whether LB will show up tomorrow night or not, but either way, he'll be at the party tomorrow afternoon I have to attend. Bah humbug. The more I think about it, the madder I get. At least there's cheesecake in my future, whether or not he shows up.
I only have four presents bought... I'm starting to freak out a bit.
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