We might take our tree down this weekend. Depends on what else is going on.
I think, if I were in a larger place, and not thinking of leaving any time soon, that I would have left my tree up for Twelfthnight. I took it down because there is just no room. I hate having my kitchen and living room in the same space.
FS is on his way back from Maryland with the new VW in hand. He said he would send me pics when they get back, so all I can do (again) is pray for his safety. I asked him to let me know when he gets in, regardless. I’m just glad he has someone else with him!
I’ve been watching a fanciful thing called “Dickensian” and at the moment, it’s lagging. It’s about Marley dying, and Scrooge getting all the business, but the thing has been expanded to Marley being murdered and a new branch of the London Police Constabulary called “The Detective” coming into play for the first time.
Tom Cratchit was hauled in on Christmas Day but was allowed to go home to give his daughter away to her new husband. The concept is pretty cool, but there are too many people who seem to be just fluff. Excellent cast of character actors, though. I just got bored with it. ADHD at play today, which is common during a relapse.
Anyway, Tom Cratchit didn’t do it, so the detective has to look elsewhere. (Accent on “where.”) I’ll watch the rest of it (ten 45-minute episodes) when I feel up to it. Two at a sitting is about the most I can handle.