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- After a complete meltdown Monday night about :: gestures vaguely :: everything, I woke up on Tuesday to the Stroppy one telling me we had tickets to Zoo Lights for that night because he wanted to do something Christmas-y for me, dammit. It was very fun, and helped lift my spirits immensely. Even if walking up and down inclines with some uneven spots made my back unhappy. It was worth it.

- I weighed myself this morning. The number, while higher than I'd like, is lower than I had fearfully expected. Still not thrilled about the idea of weighing myself weekly, but information to give to my future doctor will be good.

- Not only will I almost certainly have to go through the pre-authorization dance with my new insurance company for my migraine Botox, but I had to reschedule my appointment; it was on January 16th, which is now when I will be in Arizona. The soonest the clinic could fit me in? February 6th. I'm on the waitlist for an earlier appointment, but I'm not holding my breath. Which means January will be painful. 

- I think I nearly gave the Madwoman in the Attic a stroke. I showed her the Gothic Charm School gingerbread bats recipe, as I’m planning on making them in the next few days. 

“OH MY G-D DO NOT MELT THE BUTTER”, sayeth she. “CREAM THE BUTTER AND SUGAR TOGETHER”.

“But that’s the way I’ve always done it …” 

“NO. TRUST ME. I HAVE BEEN BAKING SINCE I WAS 16. CREAM THE BUTTER AND SUGAR TOGETHER, DAMMIT.” 

... I still haven't decided if I'm going to follow her emphatic order, because I've always followed my recipe and it turns out fine!