Yesterday really did end up being mostly a day of doing very little. We hung out in front of our computers for a while, and then we moved to the living room to watch one of hte movies Richard got for his birthday. I have no idea *why* he’s been asking for this movie for years, but this year I finally broke down and bought it for him. So now we own our very own copy of “Never Ending Story”, and after yesterday afternoon I have finally watched the darn thing all the way through (I’d only ever seen bits and pieces before). And wow. That is just a spectacularly bad movie.

The good thing, at least, is that Richard and I tend to like spectacularly bad movies, mainly because they provide so very many opportunities for prime mocking, but also because days later one of us invariably turns to the other (okay, usually it is me) and, completely out of the blue, say “but seriously now, why did they *do* that”, and the other (usually it is Richard) rarely doesn’t immediately know what I’m talking about. Random non sequiturs of conversation; one of the bedrocks of any good marriage.

We did actually leave the house yesterday, but only to go to the local coffee shop because I had my knitting group, and Richard likes to bring his laptop and write in new places now and then. I did ponder skipping it, if only because otherwise there was no need to actually get dressed (yes, we really did spend most of the day in our pajamas) but only for a fraction of a second because I had posted a few queries to the Ravelry board and I figured it would be prudent to actually show up and get the assistance I’d requested (it is usually a good idea, see, when one decides to tackle a shiny new project, that require crocheting skills, that one actually learn how to crochet in the first place).

Today Richard headed back to work, but I decided to celebrate my last day off by trying to do as little as possible. I was not entirely successful, despite all feline efforts to the contrary, since I managed to sneak in a load of laundry, and I finally cleaned off my camera card (there were pictures on there waiting to be downloaded that were over two years old, for crying out loud), and shortly I will head off to Vacaville for the monthly knitting group. I will leave you with one of those random pictures from my camera card, taken in February of 2007 (while we were still living in the other house). Checkers has filled out a little since then (thankfully; she was a bit too scrawny there for a while) but this is quite possibly the perfect picture of her. The head cocked to one side. The eyes all huge and round. All her favorite toys within grabbing distance. And most important of all, tiny paws outstretched, nails slightly out, primed and ready to apply a serious smack-down on anyone (cat or human) stupid enough to try to do anything. Anything at all.

Tis the season for Holidailies!