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Snowing: Three inches. And that crap stings when it gets blown in your face.

Shopping: Stocking up on stuff before the holiday weekend. Can't be facing the new year without nacho makings and cheap sweet wine with a screw top.

Wearing: Capri gym pants under my jeans. Bulky perhaps, but warm when you're being dragged around by your dog in the snow.

Opening: Christmas package from my family. Among the goodies are a wooden handpainted snowman pin, a hand carved wooden candlestick holder, two squeeze bottles of Hellmann's mayonnaise, a box of Splenda (they don't sell anything remotely that good here), two squeeze bottles of pickle relish (again, something not sold here - what gives?), four pounds of black licorice Twizzlers for B, Wanda Sykes' book, gorgeous wooden trivets from Berea College Crafts, two skeins of handpainted sock yarn and a new sock monkey with a little stubby tail. Lottie is thrilled.

Dining: Chicken lo-mein and really, really crispy spring rolls.

Drinking: Water. Liters of it. Damn lo-mein makes you thirsty.

Listening: Firecrackers and rockets in the distance. Legal fireworks sales for New Years Eve began today. And my dog likes to eat the charred paper remains she finds on the sidewalk.

Watching: Six Feet Under. The last season finally started here. Too bad I already found out a few months ago what happens at the end of the series.

Knitting: Mollie's basketweave scarf, 1 1/2 skeins finished.

Smelling: Burberry Weekend. Dreamy.

Laughing: Poppy Mom. And to think I know her!

Napping: One hour. No drooling reported.

I call today a success.