Christmas is upon us but, for me anyway, it doesn't feel like Christmas. I think that may be because we are moving in less than a month-- that seems a lot more exciting and important than anything else at the moment. We've started packing a bit of stuff-- the plan is for my parents to bring the trailer with them when they come down on Monday and they can take a load back to their place to keep until the move. We have boxes piled just about everywhere at the moment, though most of them are still empty, unfortunately.

I have sent away a few letters asking about employment, but it was just to general people we found on the internet, not someone who had actually advertised a job, so we shall see how we go. Kel was talking to someone who used to work in childcare out at Kingaroy and the woman said Kel could probably walk into a directing job out there and name her price. I reckon that mens I can stay at home and look after the baby and cook and clen and stuff while Kel goes and ears the money. I've yet to talk her into it.

Speaking of babies, there was another scan last week (no pictures-- they are actually less exciting than last time) and an appointment with the doctor today. Apparently everything is still going as it should be. Heart beat is strong and all that kind of stuff. Kel has been able to feel movement -- just slight flutterings for the most part-- for a couple of weeks but I was able to feel something for the first time the other day. Now that was exciting hough it wasn't mush more than a second of pressure against my hand.

I am now off work until Jan 2. Kel has to work a couple of days in the middle there, unfortunately. But I suppose I will be at home packing and something. Oh well.

I also finished my novel the other day. It is now out being read by people in Vision while I go back and change the previous novel, which now has the title of Songs of Other Worlds. Or Singing Other Worlds. Or... something like that anyway.

Thank you. And good night.

Scott