Consistently, predictably, dependably, unwaveringly ERRATIC

Wretched sinuses. Between my my fuzzy-headedness and Daylight Savings trying to mess with my sleep cycle just when I'd managed to get it relatively stable, the weekend is a bit blurry. Not in a fun way.

I have started on my annual Present Finding Frenzy which will soon result in forcibly reminding myself to Put Down the Debit Card and Step Away from the Computer (this is closely related to the annual Christmas Cooking Frenzy, requiring many repetitions of Put Down the Cookbook and Step Away from the Kitchen, You Need to Rest.) I just like finding nice things for people. And baking tasty food for them.

(I have informed Mum that if she doesn't give me a wishlist soon, I'm going to start buying things anyway.)
 
(Well, I already have. But only a few things! She has a birthday coming up as well!)

Brother, SiL and Nephew #1 also have birthdays coming up (at least Nephew #2 is in February?) I have zero ideas for the former two because they are impossible to buy for and horrible at giving suggestions, especially in any sort of timely manner. Nephew #1 on the other hand ...

Design Your Own Superhero Cape

I'm pretty sure he's already a superhero in his own mind anyway. He should be appropriately caped.

And speaking of people who are impossible to buy for ... when I was out the other day I saw a display of Black Caviar's biography and thought, "Oh, that would be Dad's Christmas present."

DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW RARELY THAT HAPPENED WHEN HE WAS ALIVE?!

I suspect I'm going to twitch reflexively every time I see that book until Christmas is over.

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Meanwhile, Mum would like my wishlist and I am having slight problems with this, in that nearly all my window shopping this year has been done online and all the online shopping in this household is done by me. The other week, Mum needed to buy and download a new version of Photoshop and had no idea how idea how to go about it. (As far as the the installation part went, I really didn't know either but I could work it out.) I can't say to Mum that I might like this t-shirt or this lipstick or this wall decal or this skirt or any number of books, DVDs and CDs that aren't available in Australia or if they are, only at extortionate prices.

So I'm checking various links and favourites to determine what is actually available in places where Mum could buy them.

... I really haven't gone out much this year.