Seraphim's Journal of Muses

I have just seen hubby off to work again. He came home for lunch... which like a good little wifey I dutifully made and tried to best satiate all his needs whilst he was here. Now he is gone again and I am lonely, and sick-feeling. I spent some time this morning talking to Tre'vara and sorting out a few blog templates - this one (working blogroll, would ya look at that!) and the creator's blog for The Third Road MUD, which hopefully should be ready soon. (The mud, not the blog - I spent a couple of hours on the blog this morning, and I'm nearly done... I'll finish it after I cook a chilli for dinner.)
I am sick-feeling because for the past 4 weeks or so I have had an irritating cold which has progressed now and then into a coming-and-going flu-like illness. I am too darn stubborn to get into bed for a couple of days and just get rid of it, so instead it just lingers, getting worse and better whenever it feels like it. And consequentially, you lot (Lot? How many people read this, like.... one? i.e....Me?) have to listen to me whine and grimble like a grinch in a christmas store.
Talking of Christmas... somehow it already became November. I am being attacked on the streets by various snowflakes made of lightbulbs and plastic bells hanging from lamp posts. Its tacky enough to make me retch, and what -really- gets to me is that its still bright and sunny..... it feels like it should be August (if I was in England still) not Novemeber... so I'm really not in the mood to deal with this christmas shite. Not that I ever am - Its Yule all the way for me. Gimme a large log and some red and green candles, a dash of ceremonial wine and an athame, and I'm totally happy. Plus... gifts. I love buying presents..... but not when I have too. I love buying suprises. Not consumermas presents. Blech. I don't know what to get for anyone I know this year.... And I don't have the money to even buy a damn turkey so we'll be having pork chops with rice. So there. Ha.