text: Where Liz Lives: Thus Begins
  Haven't posted all week, have I?
  That's 'cause I got sick and stayed home for a few days, and there wasn't much to talk about, really, except, you know, sick-people things, and that's not often terribly interesting. The short form: I was really, really positive it was strep, but it wasn't.
  But when I got home from work today, I started the weekend. And -- you might ask -- how did I start the weekend, that prompts a late-in-the-day blog post?
  Well, first I started it by turning on the house Christmas lights:
  Then I opened a package that contained a new pair of shoes (the last of the things I'd ordered with my birthday money):
  Then I inflicted a minor injury on myself:
  It's a blood blister. Or, more precisely, a pair of them. On my pinky finger. Yes, it hurts quite a bit. I got it while putting up Penny's new curtains: