It's 10:30 Saturday morning, and I am still waking up with the first mug of coffee, and the two cats milling around here in my office at home. A dark, wet, and dreary day outside, but I've got much activity planned since the Grand Duchess and Young Master have decided to visit Chicago for the day and left very early this morning.
First
off, and following a hot shower, a visit to my tailor to take in a new
three-piece suit from J. Press for the usual minor alterations. It
arrived yesterday, and was/is a gift to myself for some good news
professionally speaking earlier this fall. And since three-piece suits
are generally pretty hard to find in 2023, I leapt at the opportunity
after spotting this particular number on the J. Press website two weeks
back. A charcoal Donegal weave, very soft to the touch, and perfect for
the cooler months, which here in Mid-Michigan are, conveniently,
October through April, and sometimes well into May. So this one should
get a lot of wear.
Then,
it's off to run a few Christmas gift errands. Most of my shopping for
the season long ago -- and well before Covid with its initial lock-downs
-- migrated online. Nevertheless, there are a couple of things I have
spotted that the Grand Duchess will enjoy on Christmas Morning and
beyond. Once that errand is done, a few things at the supermarket, and
then home again to enjoy the rest of the afternoon preparing the next
batch of figures for painting, this time those 28mm Eureka Saxon cuirassiers I've nattered on about in previous posts.
Initially,
I had planned to spend the day working through final student
assignments, their course capstone projects, but that can wait until
Monday and Tuesday next week. Time instead to play hooky and take a
couple of days for myself. Sunday, I will record, process, mix, master,
and post another episode of my podcast, an activity that, while time
consuming, is actually a lot of fun, so not something I mind doing. But
that is putting the cart before the horse.
Back to Saturday activities!
This
evening, I plan to enjoy some coffee and possibly a dram or two of
single malt by the fireside in the library with some Christmas music
playing softly in the background. And who knows? I might actually
crack open an actual work of fiction that has nothing at all to do with
work pursuits. It used to happen now and then. Once upon a time, I was
a great reader of fiction, and that habit, I think, ought to be
resurrected as we approach the Christmas break with its related
festivities and downtime.
-- Stokes
Comments
And the suit sounds a great find.
I too used to have a great fiction reading habit. On the bus to and from work, at work, evenings. But lockdown killed that habit and now I struggle to finish more than one book a year...
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