Shopping, snow, cat stories, the usual

[oloriel]

Was on the traditional pre-Christmas shopping spree with my grandmother. Things were acquired. New pants, for instance, which I'd never have bought for myself because of the price. Amusingly (and, I admit it, with a certain delight, because even I am a victim of the, um, "slenderness" trend) it fit one size smaller than what I usually wear. Not that it's going to last, but hey...

Came home while the snow chaos was still in Eastern Westphalia, and now that it's come here I already lit the furnace and started to cook. Poor hubby is still on the roads, though. On plus side, this time it's the nice airy powdery variant perfect for skiing, not the heavy sticky sort we got last week

While I was cooking, I suddenly heard strange "bonk, bonk" noises from the living-room. Went to check, and what was going on there?
Well. Before I had started to cook, I'd checked my advent calendar, which today contained a chocolate shaped like a swan. I had decided to keep the chocolate for after dinner and set it aside, then went to the kitchen and started making meat loaf.
In the meantime, the cats had returned from outside, and after the obligatory story about starving cats they keep telling me, they slunk off to the fireplace. Except that 'náro took a detour via the table, apparently, and stole that chocolate swan. Fortunately he was still in the hunting stage, not in the eating stage, when I discovered the theft (chocolate is pretty bad for cats), and I managed to steal the swan back. I think I'll have to find something else for dessert, though...

Tomorrow, office hour with oral exam prof. Three topics, six books, eight essays and 2000 lines of Middle English poetry will have to be agreed upon. Fun times never end.