My neighbors are timely like the new fallen snow. These were up seriously the DAY after Thanksgiving. It's like they planned out the attack, unraveled all the lights, figured out the circuitry around the dinner table for months before, all so they could be the very first at 12:01 am Friday morning.
Tonight I will be going to sleep with a strange blue glow coming through my window, and for once it will not the computer I forgot to shut down. Or police cars. Or giant inflatable pumpkins.
I, on the other hand, got all teary over a Hugh Grant movie, watched some old people dancing the tango, got drunk and danced to Banditos, did some OT today, and drank some eggnog alone. Which, by the way, is a lonely thing to do. It turns out that drinking thick custard-like stuff by yourself makes you feel inadequate. Eggnog, breaking hearts and minds since 1789.
My favorite part is the penguins.