That was Mom's favorite term to replace "any number": "I have fifty-eleven other things to do!" Heh. Tonight I am baking--or I was going to be baking tonight, until we discovered that our home is bereft of chocolate chips. Both Mrs. Fungus and I were certain there was a bag of chocolate chips up in the cupboard with all the other baking stuff, but there's not. We both remember buying a bag of them, we both remember putting them up there, but now they are not there, and neither of us knows why. Oh well. Tomorrow we're doing some shopping; we can get them then. * * * SpaceX stuck the landing yesterday , at last. This is a more spectacular feat than Blue Origin's landing, recently, because the Blue Origin rocket can only fly a ballistic trajectory rather than going to orbit, but Falcon 9 can hit the big O. The key to cheap access to space is reusability , because refurbishing a rocket engine costs about 10% of building an entirely new one. This is a huge step forward. HUGE. * * * Well, I managed to survive my "working today instead of Christmas" day. It was actually not a bad day; call volume was on the light side and I had some rest between calls. It was nice to be alone in the pod (cube) too, and I only had one call that required a supervisor's assistance, for something short and sweet. No problem. Wednesday off, Thursday on, Friday off--and Mrs. Fungus has the same schedule, so it's all fine by me. Everyone ready for Christmas? I still need to wrap things. And bake chocolate chip cookies. And do fifty-eleven other things. *sigh*