2006-12-01 - 2:13 p.m.
Holidailies again. I haven't felt like writing at all, but perhaps I'll think of something interesting to write.
Or not.
David came home from his leave. We went to Baltimore and DC, and had a pretty grand time. While we were in DC we got word that his platoon leader's husband was killed in Iraq. (His platoon leader is a lieutenant serving in Afghanistan, and her husband was a lieutenant serving in Iraq.) We went to the memorial service last weekend. That woman is made of steel: she spoke at the service. They met at West Point and married after graduation. He was 24, and was posthumously promoted to captain. What a waste. Bush has a lot to answer for.
Later that night, while driving home from an evening out, we got hit by a small deer. The deer died, the car's crumpled but driveable, and we were not hurt (in reverse order of importance). The car's got a new name, Deerslayer, and a date with the body shop. Hurray for insurance.
Tomorrow is our annual Viking Christmas party. It's my favorite event of the year. This is the fourth year we've had it, and it's a lot of fun. However, I have to do a lot of cleaning and a good amount of baking tonight and tomorrow. I did the shopping yesterday, to get out ahead of the payday crowd. I'm sure it will great.
Okay, back to work!
