And all the Whos down in Whoville...

Ah, sweet figs... a rarity in PA at the end of November, but with just a little environmental waste, I was able to enjoy a sweet, mostly fresh fig this evening with dinner. And it was decadent. What tops off this evening is the eager anticipation of Dr. Suess' How the Grinch Stole Christmas on tv shortly... and not the Jim Carrey mess, the cartoon set to the classic poem. The Whos down in Whoville are happy to oblige.

Of course, the evening isn't all figs and Whos... I did come home to cat vomit on my comforter and the papazan chair scattered over the living room. Apparently there was havoc to be wreaked and then hacked. So, with the comforter in the dryer and the Whos set to spread the Christmas-y joy over the airwaves, it is high time to make some popcorn, get my jammies on and cozy into the big chair with a purring feline and my Diet Cranberry soda. It isn't December, yet, but I will accept the Grinch into my life now, as I still have no replacement VCR and my copy of the Grinch, like my copy of Charlie Brown is VHS.

Peace.