Aside from a slight case of the holiday-stressy-bitchitis….. I’m alright.

What seems to be helping my sanity is reminding myself that the Christmas, New Years and the holiday season in general is merely a construct…. It’s a month… just like any other month.. and it’s passing merely means I’ll be writing the wrong date on my checks for the next few months.

Mum came by and we went to lunch and I accompanied her into the Powell Hall to buy tickets for an upcoming performance.

She looked at seating charts….. I looked through glass doors at the lobby.

Comparatively to The Fox one block away – this space is pretty sedate… But I still really like it…. There’s something about red velvet upholstered handrails that just seems… well…. “Fancy”.

Meanwhile… I’m not blogging.