Today was all about running errands. Getting my TSA PreCheck stuff was a breeze - no line for that service and was in an out as quickly as the quirky tablet would let the poor MVA (aka the DMV - Maryland uses "Motor Vehicle Administration") worker process things (it was having issues, but she handled it stoically). Was actually out of there before the scheduled appointment time, unlike the rest of the MVA, which was packed. Then we wandered the Annapolis shopping mall, picked up some odds and ends, and window shopped at the LEGO store before heading to lunch. Some book shopping afterwards for the husband to finish purchasing the Dungeon Crawler Carl series (he's hooked) and me to grab yet another cookbook. Mailed some stuff to family members, then hit the mother ship branch of our comic shop for a comic frame and a back issue we missed. Was a successful, if long day out.

In unrelated news, I had forgotten how much dreck Animal Crossing: New Horizons makes you dump all over your island to "decorate" it to get it up to a five star rating. Like, I want it closer to a wild forest, not a planned botanical garden, but that's not what it wants. Just want to get there before the update drops in two weeks. I suppose this is what I get for starting over on the Switch 2.

The family got underway around 6 this morning. I went back to bed after they left and slept in until 10-something. In the meantime the husband was still very much awake, so he cleaned. Worst part was that we had at some point attracted at least one mouse into our garage, so he spent most of that time cleaning up mouse poop and clearing out attractants. On the plus side, that side of the garage looks much better, and we tossed a bunch of stuff we no longer needed.

Now we just have to figure out where to store the stuff we got for Xmas. The bookshelves are already packed, and we always get more. I think a donation/used bookstore run may be in order soon.

While we were hoping for a relaxing next week, one of our young (late 20s) friends broke up with his fiancé on Boxing day, and I think we'll be hosting him to help work him through the emotions there. First long term relationship, so all of the attendant stuff that goes along with that. Ah well.

The husband's sister and her family should be here in a little less than twenty-four hours. Loins are girded, last minute laundry is going. Ran to Home Depot for cinder blocks to prop up a table on our deck to solve the issue of an inflatable Santa sliding off the edge (back onto the deck, thankfully, and not off the front of the house). The husband is baking cookies ("stress baking"). Beds have been made. We did a run to BJ's yesterday, but I'll need to drag the sister-in-law to the grocery store after we figure out what stuff we want to cook for the week. Haircuts scheduled for first thing tomorrow morning. Then it'll be trying to stay out of the way while the husband obsesses over cleaning things that are already clean, and drives me nuts by wanting to me to put things 'away' into some mystical 'away' place that doesn't exist in our townhouse.

I'm most excited that everyone is going to get a small Easter bunny in their Xmas stocking, because BJ's not only already had Valentine's candy out (semi-normal, though still too rushed), they had a partial array of Easter stuff. So of course we picked up some kit-kat bunnies, because why not. I guess it beats leftover Halloween candy. I understand that orders have to go in to get stuff shipped in time, but c'mon guys, Easter? Already?

The drive back home was cold and uneventful. We stopped at the Annapolis mothership branch of our local comic shop since we were driving by, to do some stocking stuffer shopping before the rest of the family gets here next weekend. Unpacked, dealt with cat messes, fed myself some plain and boring Moose's-gut-friendly food (he wasn't hungry), then took a nap with a cat on my legs for a bit.

Realized as I was trying to find homes for things that I hadn't yet unpacked all of the stuff I brought home from work, but that's a tomorrow problem. Or maybe an all-this-week problem. I'm definitely not dealing with it tonight.

Picked up the key from our neighbors, a lesbian couple who watched our cats for us, and dropped off a tea towel we bought them, embroidered with "My favorite season is the fall of the patriarchy." Saw that at the Con and could not resist it. They got a good chuckle out of it, which was the hope.

Actually went into the office for a few hours today, to pack things up because we're getting kicked out some time after the first of the year. We're moving not quite a mile down the road to a very dated building that another agency vacated a couple years ago. This is mostly because a cabinet secretary who lives in the suburb where my office is located doesn't want to commute downtown to his agency's long time (and admittedly quite decrepit) headquarters. As my small gubm'nt agency has no political leadership at the moment, there was no fighting this, so we're moving. Whee. I went in, packed those things I wanted to drag home with me, boxed the stuff that the agency movers can haul over, and tossed things that were no longer needed. Only other thing I ended up doing was certifying my time for payroll, because nothing was really pressing. As expected, the drive took half as long as usual because of the holiday, and the cart came in handy to get everything back to the car in one haul. Now I just have to figure out where to store and/or put the stuff I brought home.

The husband, in the meantime, was off work, and put up the Xmas trees. Poor guy is under the weather; we suspect food poisoning from something left out too long yesterday (that only he fixed and ate). Once I got home I helped unbox ornaments and stage them for him to hang. He crashed earlyish, after fretting over all the holiday lego sets that were sitting in bags on the kitchen island that needed to be sorted & repaired. I insisted he leave them for tomorrow, then waited a sufficient time before going in and fixing them all so he'll wake to that tomorrow.

I'm dragging today as well, from two days of not sleeping well. Yesterday was for love - I stayed up until midnight to make sure I could snag his Star Trek lego set online, which I did get after a few minutes wait. I dropped the directions and the legos for the miniature version when I got home from work, but he was so ill that the reaction was ... muted. Poor guy. He apologized all over, but he really is sick, so he gets a pass. We'll see how the advent calendar goes. Unfortunately the last of those bricks aren't arriving until the later end of next week, so he may have some half built sets until they do.

The husband and I are big lego collectors - "adult fans of LEGO" in the official parlance. We have sets big and small all over the house; pretty much every room save the bathrooms have lego builds on display. We've enjoyed the fandom, our Thanksgiving tradition is to build a large set that day (and typically a couple days after), they're a part of gift giving, etc. Lots of bricks. But the husband is ridiculously excited because Lego is releasing their first Star Trek themed set this Friday. Like, beyond excited. Because this hits the second of his two big fandoms (the other being X-men, which has already had several Lego sets), and arguably the bigger of the two.

So I've also decided to dip my toes into the "MOC" or "my own creation" world of fan designs, and I've ordered him two designs and all of the various parts needed to build them. One is a miniature of the giant Star Trek set that comes out on Friday, and one is an advent calendar of miniature Star Trek ships. Most of the bricks have shipped, and supposedly I'll have all of the parts needed for these two designs (plus extras I, suspect). I'm hopeful the advent calendar bits will all be here before the first so I can start emailing the instructions each morning for him to build the next ship. I'm also hoping the miniature version of the big one gets here before the big one does, to help build his excitement. Fingers are crossed.

Finally tackled a long-desired task, cleaning out the pantry. Did toss a bunch of overly old things, though nothing from before our move in 2020 this time (we were so ready to get out of the old apartment that we just tossed it all in boxes and dragged it with us, regardless of age). And now we have a better mental map of what's there and what's gone, plus we can see everything again. Plus it motivated the husband to use up the bananas on the counter; he's making banana chocolate chip muffins as I type this. I know what breakfast is going to be the rest of this week.

Men's knitting group this afternoon. Definitely feeling the need for some social time with knitters today, with all the shutdown stuff leaving me bored out of my mind. The knitting store we're going to today has been offering free classes to furloughed feds, which is very generous of them. Not that this is the DC area's first shutdown rodeo, but this one feels very different from previous ones, and not just because I'm directly affected this time (in previous ones my agency had funds so I worked fairly normally).

Done with my Continuing Legal Education credits for the year, as of yesterday. There are more offerings, so I may go ahead and bank credit for next year since I'm not doing anything else. The Virginia bar makes you do twelve hours yearly, but allows you to roll up to a year's worth of credits from one to the next, so this would save me for next year.

My physical therapist definitely upped the weights in our session today, and my quads are complaining about it. Which is all good, because it means the knee is getting stronger. Also the swelling is going down and I can see the normal dimples coming back, so yay.

I did some minimal shopping for prime days, mostly needed upgrades for stuff that was on its last legs, like the toaster oven that has crossed wires somewhere behind the buttons so sometimes the start button turns it on, sometimes it changes the convection settings. Always an adventure with the current one, so out it goes when the new one arrives.

Teleworking after the last few months of return-to-office mandates has been odd, since I'm typically the only person not there in person, and it always has to start with a recitation of having had knee surgery that I'm recovering from. Not that I regret either the surgery or the telework, it's just an odd situation.

Got going early, but several "let's close a lane or two for construction/mowing/an accident that's no longer visible" things delayed us such that we ended up getting home about 11 hours after we left. Yuck.

Cats have sort of paid attention to us, mostly to make sure it was us coming home, and to get food when I filled the bowl. They'll come back out for treats, but otherwise they seem miffed we left and are letting us know by ignoring us. Silly beasties.

Dishes are washing. Bedsheets are washing/drying. Was well disciplined and put everything away the instant we got in the house, so nothing is hanging over the head for tomorrow, which I also took off to recover from the drive. Well, grocery shopping needs to happen, but that's not terrible in the middle of the day. I do miss telework for that (well, that and not spending an hour commuting each way).

Mostly lazy day. Some packing, lots of video gaming, more packing, etc. Did a grocery run for snacks/drinks for the car so we're not buying other (more expensive) stuff on the road. Filled the car with gas, pretty much all set. Dropped off keys with the neighbors to check on the beasties. Just need to pack the car and go at this point.

Have the work laptop with me as a just-in-case, though I don't anticipate needing it. But given the rest of the craziness of the last three months (can you believe it's only been three months?) I'm not taking chances. Another friend was told to make sure he's in the office tomorrow, at a different agency, so who knows what that will entail. I'd appreciate it if we could get a moment or three of peace amidst 47's dementia, but that appears to be too much to ask.