Adulted today to the extent of completing the hateful task of shrink-wrapping the N-W facing window with the AC unit in it, from which icy blasts enter my bedroom at night. Did laundry, returned library books, wrote Christmas cards, and flogged me to the Holiday Bazaar at the Native Canadian Centre.
Craft fairs always make me feel bad about not buying people's stuff. But I did find presents for one or two people, including my impossible to shop for ('don't give me food') s-i-l. I bought her food- specifically, honey from the bees atop New College at the UofT. May not be terribly good- who knows?- but is a nice novelty. Assuaged general guilt by buying raffle ticket and door prize ticket: and came home tonight from my extended babysitting gig to a phone message saying I'd won second prize i the former. Can't for the life of me remember what it was; shall find out in the course of time. But, as when I won my free dinner, did think 'Why didn't I buy a ticket for tonight's 25 million draw while I was at it?'