A time to rest

First of all, ew. I'm on my mom's computer and I just looked over and noticed a pair of spindly spider legs stuck to the wall. Ew, ew, ew.

Yes, I had to share. You're welcome. ;D

Anyway. A day off. I haven't had a real one of those in forever. I took Thursday before last off for the express purpose of lazing around in my jammies and vegging in front of the TV all day, but it snowed the night before and stranded me at Matt's. I still had a nice day to relax with him at his place, but it wasn't quite the mental break I was hoping for. So today I'm ignoring the pile of laundry that's spilling over from my hamper and using the fact that I have to knit like a ... thing that knits really fast to finish Tess's present in time for Christmas as an excuse to camp out on the couch and watch Veronica Mars all day. Assuming, of course, that the next two DVDs actually show up in today's mail like they're supposed to. *crosses fingers*

The only other "work" I've got planned for today is to make myself a big pot of hot mulled wine and finally tackle those Christmas cards. So that's my day: getting warm and toasty and mildly toasted as I perform Christmasy tasks that don't require me to get up from the couch and marathon what is quickly becoming a new TV fave. It sounds so restful and relaxing that I'm not sure I'll be able to handle it. But I'll sure give it my best shot.