The Artist suggested that next week sometime could be Thanksgiving. This news came as a bit of a shock, but I agreed we're both far too busy and inwardly motivated for anything like Thanksgiving, which means Thanksgiving might have to be delayed until sometime in the New Year, probably around Easter, might even wait until July so that ice cream and bread pudding makes more sense.
This year however, hell or high water, Christmas will be on December the twenty
fifth, which could be a Sunday. And without wishing to revert to the
Pre-Cambrian, I will be ordering The Artist's gift to me sometime this
afternoon, or maybe tomorrow. Yes indeed, the nightmare season is upon us not
helped by the unnatural weather, and the least we can all do is make it as
straightforward as possible for the nearest and dearest.