(Yeah, I really wanted there to be another "-ship" at the end, too, but what are ya gonna do?)
Big events of yesterday were going out to Rosita's Mexican Grill with Connor and the flooding of my kitchen. The outing was fun, precipitated by C-Dawg's heading home for Christmas, and the food was yummy (warm tortillas when you walk through the door!). My kitchen drama was less fun— the pipes in my sink were clogged, resulting in the dishwater from the three apartments above me backing up in my sink and overflowing. Disgusting. Management did a good job with it, though.
Hope to renew my ID today and catch the extended version of The Two Towers at Cinerama in the afternoon. Feel a bit of sickness coming on; not something for which I've time. Back hurts, too, and that's just plain unnecessary.
Really wish going with all the steam I have felt like it's going to be enough. Time passes anyway.