I have returned from a restful holiday. After our Thanksgiving lunch, Mommer and I worked on a puzzle to avoid sleeping the (entire) rest of the day. Thankfully there was no “beeping lamp” episode this time.
In the evening there was this show Punkin Chunkin on Discovery. When it started out, it sounded like it was just about some people who build small catapults that fling pumpkins small distances. I was thinking 100 feet, tops. But it was so much better than that. These people built some serious trebuchets, catapults, and air cannons, launching pumpkins thousands of feet. The record this year was around 4,300 feet—almost a mile. It was quite fun to watch; the participants really get into it and there were thousands of people attending. They donate to good causes, too, like St. Jude's Childrens Hospital. Who wants to enter next year's “Chunk”?
Friday afternoon I spent around Indianapolis seeing some friends. We got dinner at Scotty's Brewhouse, played Apples to Apples (My words were “unusual,” “elitist,” and “timeless.” I put it together as “Unusually elitist, and timeless” and decided that could be the promotion for my brand of cologne.), and watched Elf, signalling that Christmastime is here.
Today we slept in and went to Chick-fil-a for lunch, then lazed around and napped for a bit before I hit the road back to Chicago. Tonight I get to see Marketa Irglova in concert; I'm looking forward to that.
I hope your holiday was relaxing and filled with people you love.