My wrist is NAKED!

[daemonluna]

My watch has been telling that it's ten past six ever since, well, ten past six Friday night. So I wandered down to the Bay at lunch today, surrendered my watch (which is why my wrist is NAKED!), and stopped at McNally Robinson on the way back.

I did not buy Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell, even though the trade paperback is thirty percent off.

I did not buy Monstrous Regiment (Pratchett! Whee!) even though it's out in mass market paperback.

I did not buy Kushiel's Avatar even though it's out in mass market paperback and I have the first two.

I did not buy Olive the Other Reindeer. (It's a picture book about a dog named Olive who hears "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" on the radio, and concludes that she, Olice, is The Other Reindeer, and has to go help Santa.)

I did not buy many things. In fact, I didn't buy anything at all, alas.

(Insert usual job frustration here. And me compulsively calling home and checking the messages.)

But I did take down the Halloween decorations, even though it caused troutkitty to exclaim with much alarm, "What are you DOING?" To which I explained gently that it's the middle of November, and just maybe, we should take them down before Christmas decorations go up. "Not the skull windchimes! They could be year-round! Really!" *g* That's m'girl.

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[jetwolf.livejournal.com]

She's not my girl, but I'm terribly amused anyway. Though a little afraid to see the decor that those skull windchimes would compliment year-round.

Once I lost my watch...

[svartormr.livejournal.com]

...and even though I'm good at estimating time, and have a clock on my cell phone, I really, really felt strange going out without it. If I hadn't found it the next day, I would have bought a new one.

Now, leave the wallet behind, that's a whole 'nother weird. But I do it sometimes when I go for a walk.