I climbed into the pit of voles

And went Christmas shopping today, hitting the big box stores. There's a theory that says the presents we buy for other people are really a reflection of what we want for ourselves...

which explains how I spent over two hundred dollars at the bookstore. Then came home and promptly ordered online items that the bookstore did not have in stock.

Really, could there be any better present than a book for Christmas? I think not.

ETA: Well a robot dinosaur would trump most (but not all) books. Still the sentiment holds in general.