I always want to spell "apocalypse" with two o's, and then it never looks right. I'm glad we have Google these days. Note to self -- two a's.
The sharp-eyed will note that the purple quilt is still on the machine, but it should come off today. I had good intentions of finishing the binding of Jack's Chain last night while watching Jane Austen, but instead I made progress on grading while watching "Aisha," a Bollywood musical contemporary version of "Emma." It was in Hindi with subtitles, but apparently there is quite a bit of English mixed in with modern Hindi.
Daniel's flight home Wednesday was delayed in Chicago and again in Denver, but he did manage to get home nearly 2 hours after originally scheduled, early Thursday morning. It's great to have him back for the next weeks.
I've been experimenting with Pandora stations the last few days. I've developed a mix of stations for Christmas music that I like to shuffle: Enya, Sufjan Stevens, Gregorian, Anuna, Celtic Woman, and Straight No Chaser. I thought it had just the right mix of classical and contemporary. But Secundus derided Enya as "old lady music." Hmph.
We've reached the point in Christmas preparations where we know it's inevitably going to happen, and I (for one) know it's not going to be perfect, but have ceased to care much. We have to fit in a showing of The Hobbit sometime soon, and I am determined to make fudge and more Christmas cookies, but it is so nice not to have other deadlines looming.