We finally get the place cleaned up and decorated for Christmas, and it is not easy,
entailing a run
to get more
boxes and supplies,
opening up a variety of packed-away goods (devising a new comic still-life -- to the right of the piano, with the fuzzy red hippopotamus atop the can of "Dehydrated Water") -- of plastic dinosaurs and other ejecta/memorabilia of youth), and over the day still doing more Facebook posting (finally satisfied with the initial endeavor) and pdf'ing / composing (or should it be "composting"?) page 18 Street Songs (finishing III. Cowboy and Nevada) and 10 Psalm 82.
