Or, various:

I took my car in to have its brakes looked at. (Someone pointed out to me that there are places where you can just drive in and they'll look at things for you. I pursued this and found one that had an opening.) The upshot: nothing needs doing. They are fine.

I have ordered the black skater's dress! I ordered a different pair of gold sandals because the ones I wanted had an ankle strap, and I have relatively thick ankles, which are not flattered by ankle straps.

Hair was cut. Seems OK so far.

Will not be able to make it to the tea place, alas. Just couldn't face the highway traffic. I'll have to give my family Assam and brownies for Christmas. Did, however, get the haricots verts and the Italian parsley for tomorrow. (Jack has taken up parsley vigil again, by the fridge.)

Utterly gorgeous day here and relatively warm. I've got the window open: it's not balmy exactly, out there, but it is hot in here thanks to Mrs. Hodgson downstairs and her furnace.

Jack got out! He got all the way downstairs and right out the front door. Fortunately, he paused to consider his next move once he was out on the pavement, and I pounced. Back in and upstairs we went. He seemed philosophical about it, with a minimum of self-expression.