I Really Have Been Posting.

I have. But they all eventually annoyed me, and I cut them up and served them with gravy for lunch one day, and they no longer exist.

To interupt this cycle of slaughter and feasting I bring you a picture of something even better tasting.

I think it's some sort of rite of passage; making Christmas candies away from home for the first time. Look, Ma! I made chocolate - I'm finally grown up! And if that's the case, I really don't mind. I had no idea being grown up meant getting to eat so much chocolate. But, of course, you can't just waste whatever's left in the bowl at the end.

And then there's the part where you head home for Christmas, as I did two days ago, and start the whole process over so that there are Christmas candies available at home as well.

By the way, did you know that it costs more to get your shoes shined in Detroit than in Chicago?

I read an unfortunately badly written book by Andre Norton on the way home. It had a decent plot, but the telling of it was distracting and the ending was somewhat confused. It had a name, but I've forgotten it for the moment, and looking would involve walking all the way across the house. To be fair, I've liked everything else I read by her (OK, so that's only been three books, but I've read the Gryphon trilogy multiple times).

As much as this is clearly headed in some great and profound direction, I must leave off here - but you may expect many more posts over the next week or two as I have few other things to do while sitting at home. It's simply a matter of many less people.. particularly of my age or much younger.