Poor Denny’s not feeling so hot.  There are lots of people out sick from work lately.  I’ve been healthy so far, and I hope I can keep it up, because there’s a lot to do in the next few weeks.

I want to watch Heroes but Denny will not get off the phone.  Talky talky talky.  He’s awfully chatty for a sicko.

We got our Christmas tree over the weekend.  We went to a new place, and it didn’t seem to have as good a selection as where we usually go.  Our tree is nice and chubsy, but it’s kind of short.  Most of the tall ones they had were kind of spindly.  We decided to go with Velma rather than Shaggy in the metaphorical world in which Christmas trees are Scooby Doo characters.

I made a bunch of tart dough for the mini quiches I’m taking to the work holiday party Thursday night.  I decided to make three kinds:  sun-dried tomato with feta, brie with asparagus and almonds, and my standard pancetta with leeks and sharp cheddar.  I’ve never made the first two before, so I’m looking forward to seeing how they turn out.

Since our department just recently got a lot bigger, our holiday party is now also bigger, and instead of being held at the boss’s house, it’s out at a nice rental spot.  I wonder if we’re supposed to dress up.  That would be kind of fun.  I’m business casual every freaking day of the week (except for casual Friday, which my office doesn’t actually sponsor but I do anyway).  Will there be music?  Dancing?  I hope there’s no hoochie there like in Love, Actually who will trick Alan Rickman into buying her expensive gifts when he should be paying attention to nice Emma Thompson.