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It was a pretty good day.

I got up very early, to make the traditional coffeecake, and finish the stuffing and get the turkey into the oven. It was stressful dealing with the kids during the morning, although opening gifts was fun. And, as we were having guests for dinner, I was into full "ohmygodican'tletanyoneseemyhouseortheywon'tlikemeanymorebecauseIamsuchabadhousekeeper" panic.

In the afternoon, sinboy, hopeforyou,and clairade came over for a wonderful dinner. We provided turkey and stuffing, they provided beef brisket and vegetables. It was great to spend time just hanging out -- and they didn't seem too taken aback by our menagerie. After the protracted dinner, we watched "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Universe" (which was originally put on to distract the kidlets, but the adults ended up watching, too) and clairade beat hopeforyou and brian1789 at Boggle.

This morning,however, what had been an annoyingly hoarse voice yesterday turned into full blown sore-throat and cold symptoms. I'm woried that I've infected our guests -- especially hopeforyou, as I worry about her immune system.

On the good side, brian1789 has purchased a water heater, so we may have hot water by tonight! (I'm keeping my fingers crossed on this.)

The Persistence of Memory...

I am sitting on my bed listening to my Christmas present from my sons: the Beatles' White Album.

I own several Beatles' CDs, and it might be thought a bit odd that I didn't buy this one for myself, especially since it contains many of my very favorite Beatle songs, from "Back in the U.S.S.R." and "Obla-di-Obla-da" to "Martha My Dear" and "Julia."

Except I know why: "Revolution no. 9." when I was a girl, my older sister, with whom I shared a room, used to play this album at all hours -- and that relentless "number 9... number 9... number 9" infested my nightmares -- even after I was grown. I deliberately avoided buying it because I cannot stand to hear that track. (For many years I would hang up when ever I got a phone recording -- it evoked similar feelings of terrible dread in me. I still don't like answering machines.)

I find it interesting the way it is so hard to erase the memory of something that on its surface was so innocuous...

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In one hour, we should have hot water for the first time in a week. Keep your fingers crossed.