brendan is in the kitchen making french toast with leftover birthday party brioche. polly is lying on half of the computer/my hand which is making it tough to type this. mitch is most likely lazily curled up on grandpa's brown chair. there is snow outside and a tickle in my throat. i'm drinking orange juice.

like a bad little elf, i've not given much thought or feeling to the upcoming holiday. i've been preoccupied. however, i'd like to start to get excited about this week. so i've decided to allow that kooky holiday spirit to creep in.

we had our first big new york city snow yesterday (though it pales in comparison to the snow chicago's been having) and it was pretty lovely. i witnessed most of the storm while babysitting in a times square hotel. when i left the hotel, the snow had turned to sleet and rain and i felt certain that i'd be much happier watching it than being pummeled by it. i was happy when i made it home.




my folks are coming in this week to spend christmas in the city. my sister has meticulously planned each and every moment for their stay and i am so very thankful for that. she is a holiday spirit powerhouse. it's a natural fact.

it has been a bit of a slower week here in the little apartment that could. b and i have recovered from our turkey day travels (two trains; one to long island and one to connecticut) and headed into this our fifth week in new york. (paid) work was sparse this week; i spent time observing the preschool class i'm to teach this january, getting new headshots and meeting with a fancy commercial agent while b worked on making a fancy new reel to show casting folks. i mean, not at the moment that you see pictured above...in that moment he was very busy playing his wicked air guitar.

of course.