I hope everyone's having good holidays.
I had a few colleagues over for dinner last night. I'm not a very confident cook, and was worried about the food. It tasted like cardboard to me, a bit, but I think that was more my anxiety. I had a ham sandwich for breakfast, and it was good, so the ham at least must have been okay.
Irony: My mom complaining about someone talking about hirself too much. (And yes, I recognize the additional irony of a blogger who writes mostly personal stuff saying that about anyone else.)
I need to get out and be by myself, but I don't think it's going to happen any time soon.