Home again

Today did not start well. Moments after my man left, I had stuff coming out of both ends. So I cleaned up the mess, called in sick, and then slunk downstairs to bed and went back to sleep for three hours. I woke up craving graham crackers and had no qualms about sending my ailing husband back out into the blizzard to get them for me. By dinnertime, I was brave enough to venture plain spätzle and applesauce, both of which went down okay, so I may be out of the woods.

It was a gross day to be out anyway. The wet snow wasn't sticking, but later it got hella windy and the commute back probably would've been hellish. Instead, I had a chance to get some reading done and to finally watch Wong Ka-wei's 2046. I appreciated the science-fiction touches (which go a long way to keeping it from feeling like a simple retread of In the mood for love), but what I enjoyed most were the performances from the great Chinese actresses of my lifetime.

I also completed the job I'd started yesterday evening and took down the lights from the front and back windows as well as the mantlepiece. (Though I will confess to briefly weighing the idea of just leaving them up until next year.) I also dismantled monshu's darling New Year's arrangement on the sideboard, which gave me my first chance to really appreciate it since I hadn't more than glanced at it for the two weeks it's been up.