On one hand, I'm grateful that only one side of my nose/face is all congested and blocked up with snot. On the other hand, I'm really tired of blowing all this crap out of my left nostril all the freaking time.

As expected, got very little sleep last night. We got up early so we could make squash soup for the potluck, and I started the laundry while Jen went to the grocery store. We made the soup, a different recipe than last time and a little blander (drat), took fast showers and dashed off to the potluck. I guess this is how we do it, making life together. As a child I always thought this would be a more dramatic process infused with wisdom I was not yet privvy to.

The Yankee Swap was fruitful, with us scoring some crazy-ass t-shirt and a "Mr. Wonderful" doll who says things like, "Oh, honey, take as long as you'd like to get ready, I don't mind waiting another minute." This will soon be recycled in Candace's Yankee Swap at our work winter party. I shall have to find some sort of accessories. Perhaps a can of whipped cream and some cheesy romantic music.

We got to see Jenny and Lisa, whch was nice. Note to self: Make more plans with them. Also Jilly and Joanna and of course Lyssa. Good times.

In a couple of hours we'll head up to Harvard for a late dinner with Mr. Luke Veggie. Madness will ensue, provided I'm awake and conscious by then. I'll be tipped over on the ground, all lopsided by the left-side-snotmonster.