Squeez 'n' bites

I've gotten hold of some lychee jelly candies. The "mouthful of death", my favorite.

The Christmas tree has been slowly filling up with gifts, and they finally spilled into the living room like candy-colored entrails. I sat with the tree lights on at 5:00am, eating baked Lays with the cat. Xebo finally rolled off my lap, went outside, threw up, and climbed back on to lick the salt off my chest. That is the kind of holiday weekend it's going to be. I haven't been sleeping. On the table is a manila envelope containing final processed divorced papers; I am free to reclaim my former name and go wherever the breeze may carry me. And it is carrying me to Bakersfield, I guess.

Doing my best Leonard Nimoy hobbit dance in new travel gear: