Joyous Yultide *faint*

The universe gives me a lovely little subtle hint when I'm stressed out, in the form of friends calling me constantly to see if I'm mad at them. Wait. What. No. I'm not mad at anyone, I'm stressed out with the whole "lost my job, trying to prepare the house so Danielle can stay with us while maintaining everything else at the holidaytime and still haven't sent out the holiday cards" bullshit. Very obviously, my shields are on maximum and I'm stomping through life with a grim determination and emotionally detatched aura. If you're one of the folks who thinks I'm angry at you, stop and think - have I SAID I'm mad at you? Cursed you out in Hebrew or Brooklyneese? Thrown pasta at you? Slapped your face? No? Then you're probably fine. Breathe deeply. Relax. Gimme a chance to catch my breath and get back to normal, then we'll get all hugs and kisses to make up, deal?

On a brighter note - my coven Secret Santa (shut up - I don't know what else to call it) gave me a beautiful little stuffed Cthullu which is currently being licked and snuggled by my cat. Which was the whole point, obviously.

Danielle and I managed to get a rough game plan sorted out this morning. She doesn't really own much, but a storage locker is necessary and we need to do a lot of furniture moving.

So tonight -
1. Re-arrange dining room to accept hutch.
2. Re-arrange living room to accept lounger.
3. Move excercise bike to temple room (temporarily).
4. Move gliding rocking chair from temple to living room.
5. Move barrel tables into living room.
6. Open up den to accept Danielle's bed.
7. Send out minimal amount of holiday cards.
8. Drink heavily.