Continued to monitor the Florida martini bar webcam. Happily discovered that they serve breakfast, still have the velvet ropes in the morning, and that 235 other souls were also tuned in.

Had ourselves a little Montana State University date night reveling in the annual holiday tradition of lighting up Montana Hall. Blue and gold colored treats were had, managed not to fall on the icy sidewalks, and oohed and ahhed at both the campus preschool choir performance and festive lights.

Received three random automated phone calls requesting my participation in a nationwide COVID survey. Decided it was spam and cursed them like I do all my other junk calls.

Was reassured with a, “Don’t worry. I tested negative twice!” after a friend that was recently COVID positive sat next to me. Decided I just didn’t care anymore.

Continued to enjoy our elf on the shelf notes although Brian tried to deny he wrote mine prompting an eye roll and guffaw from me.

Overheard at The Eilers: Brian: You threw away the tape that had my splinter on it! I was going to take it to work and look at it under the microscope. Me: Who does that?? Brian: A scientist! Me: <insert palm to face here>

Celebrated that Friday’s mail haul brought only Christmas cards. Whoop whoop!

Paused to smell candles for sale in the hopes of finding a new holiday scented one. Couldn’t smell it due to the intense amount of packaging. Cue Brian piping in with a joke about me having COVID. Funny not funny.

Shopped at Target and had to pause when I heard Brian laughing behind me in the candy aisle. He had spotted the “packaged sugar” sign. Target calling it as it is per usual.

An almost fight broke out during our first citizen scientist Rosy Finch Project feeder watch session over whether or not we were properly counting the Black-Capped Chickadees. Was forced to compromise for the sake of science.