No one in their right mind should be in Manhattan right now, not if they have someplace else that they could be over the holiday. Against my desire to sleep in, I roused myself at 7:15 AM, hosed down and made it up to Grand Central in time for the 9:10 AM to Old Greenwich. Yes, I was carrying four bags of very heavy presents, and yes I had to walk those presents the half mile from the Old Greenwich train station to Le Doug's house, but I am happy to report that I am now in my sweats, in his house and cooking up some mac and cheese. That's high livin'.
I never thought I would say it, but I am offcially shopped out. I started the shopping early this year, actually the day before Thanksgiving, so I got it all done. Now I'm not even interested in anything. Yesterday I had to force myself into Express to try on some slacks for Christmas Day dinner. On my way home from a seminar last night I stopped into Pottery Barn to buy these things to hang the stockings off of, and I don't even know how much they cost. At this point I am just signing receipts blindly.
I am, however, excited about after-Christmas sales. For as long as I've understood the almighty dollar, I have appreciated after-Christmas sales. Laptops and iPods are high on my list.
Now get home, everyone! Grand Central is going to be a zoo this afternoon!
