We’ve all had so much going on lately that I can hardly keep track of what day it is, let alone grab the time to record coherently said day’s details. Every day I think that today, finally, I will sit down and add a new post, but as you may have noticed, those plans seldom amount to much in the way of words.

Yesterday we had our Thanksgiving celebration, and it was as good as always. This is the tenth year that we’ve had our dinner with Debbie (not to be confused with Debi) and her family. That blows my mind a little. When we first met, I had two children, and Debbie had none. These days we have eight between us, and they make up a pretty rowdy crowd when we get them all together. The other regulars at our Turkey Day event are Olof’s parents, and Lydia’s best friend, Alicia, and this year we were also joined by Debbie’s mother-in-law, and of course, our houseguests, Debi and Lachlan.

Now that that’s over, the kids have their sights set firmly on Christmas. I’ve made it a practice over the past several years to be done with my shopping by Halloween, but this year we’re already past Thanksgiving and I’ve still got a lot to do. I do have some free(ish) hours in Uppsala this week and next, so between those trips and the trusty internet I should be able to get it all wrapped up — pun unintentional but appreciated — with at least a day or two to spare.

School’s going along nicely, even if the amount of reading — or rather, the lack of time I have to accomplish it — causes me a little stress. I feel so much in my element when I’m studying, and I’ve already started to mourn the end of the program, even though it’s just barely begun. Two years flies by, though, and I’ve already got to thinking that I need to find a way to stretch that out somehow. Olof and the kids might not be quite as keen, but we’ll sort that out when we get to it.

So, there’s a very little bit about what’s happening here lately. Now I really must stop wasting time on the internet and get back to reading about widowhood in seventeenth-century England or somesuch. You know how it is.