I've had a pretty enjoyable weekend. It's the perfect kind of Christmas-themed weekend I like to have this time of year. It's involved some corny Christmas movies (like one involving Tim Allen in his finest role to date), Christmas music, Christmas shopping, Christmas cookies and a Christmas party.

I've actually just returned home from my friends' party (yes, it's a Sunday night—haven't you heard that schedules around Christmas are tough?), and what did I do? Not cozy up in bed to read the book I'm eager to continue. I opened my laptop to do some work. For all you eager fans out there, I have to hit my Monday morning deadline. (Am I writing this while wearing a sweater with a giant Santa Claus on it that jingles when I walk? Why, yes I am.)

All evening I wasn't thinking about how much I enjoyed my time I was spending with my friends—I was thinking about the blog I needed to write, the meeting I have scheduled tomorrow and all the other various work I have to do this week.