Arriving at the last minute and finding things to

The day before the holidays for Ottawacker Jr. and Mrs. Ottawacker and, it must be said, there is a certain amount of excitement in the air. More so for Ottawacker Jr., admittedly, but nonetheless the frissons are beginning to appear. It’s times like this I wish I had a regular job. Or any sort of job come to think of it. It’s all well and good being 124th in line to the throne and having a private income in the millions, but it doesn’t give you that “last day at school” feeling.
 
Still no sign of the mail arriving, so I knuckled back down to various chores. My gmail account has reached the terminal 99% fullness – the fatal point at which I have no longer the ability to receive or send email. I had several solutions to this. I could sit down and go through all the emails I have received since 2004 and decide which ones I want to keep and which ones I want to delete; I could just say “screw it” and delete everything; or I could open a new gmail account. I decided on the last option. I have a ton of messages that are from people no longer with us—including my dad and a few good friends—and I can’t bear the thought of getting rid of them. So, a new email it is. Having decided on this course of action, all I had to do was let people know. So I have had to create contacts, first of all deciding which email address is still valid. And while I was doing that, I thought, I might as well send out Christmas messages. So, I started doing that. My God, it all takes so much time.
 
Did manage the odd break, though. Mrs. Ottawacker was taken out for lunch by her EVP, given another bollocking for not being ambitious enough in her career, and wined and dined royally. So, I went to pick up my LCBO order: even if I screw up the turkey this year, there will at least be wine. And beer. And the occasional spirit.
 
Ottawacker Jr. back from school in a happy mood. So, I let him go on his xBox for a while, and then cooked him his choice of dinner: hot dogs. Oh to be young. Then we settled down to a movie: Austin Powers, which might not have been the best idea, but which had us giggling in parts anyway. Yeah, baby.