Chocolate and Tin

Today was a lazy day. We briefly toyed with the idea of going out, but it was grey and wet and brisk, so we said fuck it and stayed inside with the heater and our well-stocked pantry and called it good. We might venture out tomorrow since it's supposed to be sunny and we need food, but if I wake up to leaden skies and damp air, Roomie will have to fend for himself.

I'm working on a fanfic for a friend. I'm trying to finish it by Christmas so I can give it as a gift, but it's going to be close. I haven't said mum about it in case I don't finish in time, but I hope my mojo holds. I don't have friends for whom to buy or create gifts, and I'd love to make someone happy for the holidays.

My Amazon balance is mounting steadily, but Roomie and I are damned if we can think of anything we really want or need. New pots, I suppose, maybe a new bath mat since I noticed some mildew on our current one the last time I was in the bathroom, but that's hardly a glamorous list. Roomie suggested chocolate, which is always welcome here, and I thought about one of those five-pound tins of assorted popcorn. Still not much, but at least it would put something under the tree for the season.

For the remains of the day, it's off to finish the library book that's due on Monday and watching the idiot box until it's time for bed.