Post-Thanksgiving.

Taking a brief break from the Christmas decoration. Yes, yes, we put the tree up today, and went to considerable effort to do it--the tree was in Morehead in storage, so we picked it up last night before we left the Thanksgiving festivities. With our car. Now, we have a Buick, but still. The tree didn't even come close to fitting, so we had to ride home with the trunk open (safely strapped down, incidentally, please stop driving around with things hanging unsecured off your vehicles, dear rednecks.) I'm a little concerned that the tree is forever scarred from being in storage this year--it smells horrible. We'll see how that turns out. And no, I don't particularly feel bad for having an artificial tree--I think real trees make me sneezy. I seem to be feeling a tad defensive about my Christmas spirit this year, don't mind me.

M received a "Separation Survey" from his last employer--the portrait photography job. They want to know why he left and how they can improve their employee experience. He is really enjoying this. "Limiting the blatant lying" made the top of his list on how to do that. I'd like to be a fly on the wall when the HR team gets that one.

Why do people say that? I don't really want to be a fly. It seems like a miserable existence. Basically, I just want a hidden video camera. People are so dramatic sometimes. Of course, maybe there were no hidden video cameras when the first person wished to be an insect on the wall.

Clearly, I have very big matters on my mind these days.