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Did you see that idiot out on the point late yesterday afternoon, in the wind and driving rain, walking out to the water's edge all the while holding her arm high up in the air? Yep. That was me. For an hour. Getting soaked, getting the dog soaked, three laps total. What was with the arm? Ah. I was holding the anemometer. Sustained winds of 22-24 mph, with gusts to 35.1 mph. I wanted to know, and now you know too.

The pandammys gave hobbitt and me wonderful warm hats for Christmas. Both of the hats have nice big openings in the back so I can stuff my ponytail through. The tremendous amount of hair I have (thickness, not length, though that's considerable now, too) makes wearing a regular knit cap difficult. My hat matches my lighter coat - a medium blue. I love it. It's warm even when it's soaking wet. I proved that yesterday.

Evidently I've only broken off a just small portion of my #14 tooth. From inside here, it feels like a good-sized canyon, though. I have no sensitivity and the dentist isn't worried about me doing any further damage before January 17, when he'll do the first part of work that will lead up to the repair. I had three options: a composite filling, a porcelain overlay, or gold. He had me grimace and stretch my mouth as wide as possible to see how visible gold would be. Silly me, I like teeth that look like teeth, not bling. I chose the porcelain. I whined a little about how long it would be before I will feel confident about seriously crunchy foods, and I'll tell you why: I asked hobbitt for a Whirly-Pop popcorn maker for Christmas. He's smart enough not to buy directly off my Amazon wish-list, so I can't be 100% sure, but another package arrived today and when I shake it, it sounds eerily like gourmet popcorn from Wisconsin. He tore the label off the box so I wouldn't have to keep avoiding it. I want popcorn for Christmas, dammit! And well, I guess I'll have to wait until mid-January, when the temporary is in place.

That's about it around here. Tonight, when reaching into the cabinet to get a martini glass, I struck the base on the chrome carrier and dropped the glass on the tile floor. Oops! I'm down to three martini glasses. That should get me to the New Year, when I inaugurate 2007 as "The Year of No Excuses." Which generally means far fewer martinis, healthier eating habits, healthier exercise habits, healthier sleeping habits, and much, much healthier leisure habits. If I don't sit so much in front of this damned Dell Inspiron 9300 IMAX, I might actually have something interesting to blog about once in a while, right? Right?