Yoga class is standing room only, in honor of the pending new year. In about a month it'll be practically empty again, except for the hard core students.
That's my big 2010 prediction, by the way. I'll take everything else as it comes.
Our cat: For 15 years our cat was estatic eating dry food and water. In fact, if we offered him something more interesting he turned his nose up at it. These days it's a bit different. He jumps up on the table while we're eating, wakes us up early so we can turn on the shower for him (he likes shower water) and expects me to cook for him. Nothing fancy, just chicken or lamb, lightly salted.
And now a couple of short family conversations to set the mood for 2010.
K (indignantly from behind a mountain of fabulous presents): I didn't get anything on my Christmas list!
Me: Of course you did, darling. You got a math book.
(As it turned out she also later got a gold necklace from her godfather and was somewhat appeased. But I'm afraid she's concluded that Santa is totally bogus, or at least has an attention span problem.)
Ralf (during dinner): Is this Comte cheese? You've gotta be kidding me. The French piss in a bucket, sell it to the Germans and laugh their asses off. Never buy Compte again.
Me: Um, OK.
On a final note, I noticed that in this picture of Ralf and me you can actually see a Dark Shadow looming over us:
How cool is that? Ralf says it's just a shadow but I know better. If I had any photoshop skills I would change it to a golden aura. I tried making us both gold but the dark shadow remained and it looked like we were burning in a nuclear fire so I gave up.
There are times when I regret my limited artistic ability.
Friends, I wish you all a boring 2010. I would wish you an interesting 2010, because it sounds better, but it's too much like the ancient Chinese curse, 'May you live in interesting times.'
So let's just go with boring, shall we?