Think of the Dots as Christmas Ornaments

I'll come up with anything to rationalize a bulleted list, won't I?

• I had high hopes of putting up my tree this weekend but I couldn't motivate myself to getting started. It's not the actual tree assembly/fight with the lights/unwrapping and carefully placing each ornament on the tree that's got me hesitating but is instead the prep work before that part, namely rearranging half of my livingroom to fit this tree. Lamps to move, houseplants that need an appropriate place to stay for three weeks, finding the right extension cords - bleh. That's the part I can't gear myself up for.
• The lo-mein I ate for supper tonight? Particularly unsatisfying. In fact it's rather like I ate something that looked like Chinese noodles but was actually made of lead.
• And while I was walking home from the Chinese restaurant with my cartons of lead lo-mein - well, I just wish you could have seen me. It's been raining for hours and the part of the sidewalks that are actually paved with smooth tile instead of concrete are slicker than owl grease. All I could think about was my wonky left knee buckling under me and losing my balance to the point where my feet slip out from under me and I'm sprawled on the ground and left unconscious when the lo-mein strikes me in the head. To avoid that I walked that part of the trip at approximately the same speed a snail after too many bong hits might propel himself.
• If I don't get finished with these socks I'm going to cry. Of course it would help if I sat myself down and knit on them more than fifteen minutes a day. I'd consider it a victory if I could just get the leg of the second sock finished.

Maybe that's a sign for me to go knit. At the same time I can think about where I'm going to stash my big yucca palm so my Christmas tree can take its place.