Anyway, slept late today and woke up still a little sad; consoled myself with cold pizza and Suzy Charnas's The Bronze King, not-a-Christmas-present, sent by M'ris. Thanks, M'ris! It was lovely -- vintage Charnas, and a really solid kids' fantasy. Reminded me a little of Duane's So You Want to Be a Wizard, though that may just be because in both cases, New York was in danger of being swallowed up (though in different ways).
Kev's still asleep; I should putter about and finish cleaning up various things. Around lunchtime I think we're going to head downtown, either to Borders or the new B&N (they closed the convenient one and opened one farther away, sigh). I have to start working on my next paper -- today's for rereading Bhabha and Spivak and taking notes, trying to figure out what I want to argue. Tomorrow is theoretically for drafting, and Monday for revising and handing in. We'll see.
I've unpacked all my Christmas ornaments, but I still haven't quite figured out what to do with them. I was thinking stringing them up on ribbons, but I don't actually have much ribbon. I do have a lot of yarn, and a lot of embroidery thread. I think the yarn might work -- it's even in wine and white, Xmas colors. But I should probably wait until he wakes up, since I doubt he'd appreciate the noise of me hammering nails into the walls. (It's a good thing I have a tolerant landlord, 'cause I've put a lot of nails into the walls over the last few years...)