Yesterday I was tired and in a somewhat foul mood. A bit of an emotional hangover perhaps. My beloved Ceal messaged me however, and said she had something for me, so Ernie and I met her and Roger at Fries and Peanuts. She gifted me with some cooked whole oats...because she knows I don't care for oatmeal but am searching for breakfast options (and some chicken stock, God I love her). And she was right. I DID like it. I'm not big on sweets in the morning so went savory and just salted it a bit...and she was was totally right...it did have a hint of cinnamon flavor to it. Thank you Ceal!
We headed home after a bit, bringing dinner for the boys. Man, I was JUST not up for cooking. It was a popcorn and scrounge the refrigerator night for us. BUT, we also put all the trees on the mantel, which of course, is one of our favorite Christmas traditions. The mantel is far too small for all of them now, so some migrated to mix with the bar bottles on top of the cupboard, and the shelf on the sideboard, and I even let Owen take a few out to his nest in the garage. We played Vince Guaraldi as it's always the first official Christmas music, and also what we play first on Christmas morning. The big tree still is sitting naked but the mantel went a long way in making me feel better.