Seventy degrees? Seriously, St. Louis? In December? I'm going to kindly request that you stop. It's silly.
It's the last week of classes! I have, in other words, almost survived! There's a lot of grading and a final to give next week, but LAST WEEK OF CLASSES. (So excited.)
In celebration, I spent a good deal of my evening yesterday at the mall, attempting to holiday shop... three hours later, I had enjoyed a cup fo TeaVana youthberry-orange somethingorother, a baked good from Panera, and had looped the mall twice. On all three levels. Without a single gift purchased.
I've forgotten how to holiday shop.
And I'm strangely okay with it.
It is, however, problematic and the holiday is coming. The goose is getting fat. Yadda, yadda, yadda.
The new plan: books. I'm going to head to my local independent and buy some of my favorite reads from the past year and that will comprise my gift giving this year. What that list is, I'm unsure. Thinking, thinking, thinking.
And off to work.
In sixty degree weather. Seriously?
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