"Winter storm warning" and half a foot of snow expected, with blowing and drifting thanks to high winds--I guess we'll see.
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Yesterday was pretty low-key. Ninth anniversary and New Year's Eve--Mrs. Fungus and I watched a couple of movies and grazed rather than have an actual meal. Shrimp, summer sausage, cheese, crackers, potato chips, veggie tray, dip, cookies; I made a box of jalapeno poppers but Mrs. Fungus didn't like the breading, so I ended up eating them. The practical upshot was that we didn't have an actual meal, but we weren't hungry. And all I had to do was to get things out and arrange them, rather than really cook anything.
Movies: Citizen Kane and American Graffiti.
Champagne at midnight--$14 bottle of champagne, of which we drank perhaps eight, ten ounces, all told. Neither of us are drinkers. Oh well; it's once per year and it's the thought that counts, or something.
A very pleasant and relaxing holiday, all told.
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There is nothing else.
The holiday politics ban is still in effect, and will be until tomorrow. I've been reading Nichijou and trying not to think about anything outside the bounds of the house, which is probably one of the main reasons I found yesterday to be so pleasant. The pre-blog surf showed me that the usual stupidity took place continuously, despite the fact that I wasn't paying any attention to it. I'll try to remember the prime examples and comment accordingly, tomorrow, but I promise nothing.
Happy New Year, everyone!