healingmirth | yesterday I woke up twice, both at 5:30, both in the dark

Does anyone want to reassure me that About Time is actually "A feel-good movie that manages to make you cry and feel happy at the same time. The cast was amazing and the whole movie will make you smile." (least convincing website tagline ever? maybe) Because every time I see the trailer I get a little more creeped out.

I've been mini-wrimoing and wrisomifuing with moderate success, and sometimes even on the things I'm supposed to have been writing this month! But also digging through my WIP folder and poking at things like

'Twas a dark and stormy night before Christmas, and not a creature was stirring, because they, unlike Danny, weren't idiots.

He stamped his feet in the entryway and managed to shake most of the slush off onto the linoleum, where it would no doubt melt and run off into the carpet surrounding it. But that was a battle to be fought after he had the feeling back in his fingers.

Channel 3 news was on the TV, sound turned down too low for him to hear clearly, but he could see the five-day forecast, angry-looking cartoon clouds with giant snowflakes underneath them. They'd kept saying "thundersnow" on the radio earlier, but he refused to believe that was any more a real thing than a Sharknado was.

"I swear to fucking God," Danny said, raising his voice so it'd carry into the living room, "if Mrs. Hennessey comes back with one more off-the-book request for Cara's wedding, I'm going to strangle them both with my bare hands."

"I wish you wouldn't," Eli called back. He didn't look up from whatever he had open on the tablet in front of him, and Danny suddenly missed the days before wireless internet. It'd been so much easier to get between a man and his work when there was a desk to lean against, a chair to push out of the way. He had to settle for leaning over the back of the couch and making a nuisance of himself.

"You wish I wouldn't what?" Eli was poking at a spreadsheet, but Danny couldn't tell what for. Eli's hair was all crooked at the front, like it got when he was worrying about something.

"Blashpheme. Threaten our parishoners or their families. Pretend like you wish people would care less about their weddings." Eli ticked off the options on his fingers as he listed them. His tablet was still balanced on his other hand. He still didn't look up, but now at least Danny could be fairly sure he'd caught Eli's attention. "All of the above."

I feel like there's also a big ol' helping of Christmas trope in there. Likely mistletoe, if I could ever bother writing it.

Also, I have been napping. I either have the world's slowest head cold, or I'm allergic to something in my house.

Also^2 caught the previews of Waiting for Godot and No Man's Land this week, and am... reassured? to learn that Sir Patrick was under the weather, because I really wasn't feeling it for approximately 4 of the 4 1/2 hours, but Ian McKellen and Billy Crudup were amazing. A-ma-zing.