Here we are, inside the final countdown to Christmas.
And I am up to my eyeballs in sugar and hyperactive children.
I’ve been seeing an increasing number of blog posts and Christmas letters summarizing how the year has gone for others, so I asked myself, do I want to write about my own experiences?
No. No I don’t.
I will say that last night I watched a movie with my husband, snuggled under a soft blanket, with sleeping children, and a three-legged cat, so things could be worse.
I wish it would snow more. Watching big flakes drift lazily down outside the window is so cozy.
I might have enough time to try my hand at making fudge this year. How’s that for optimism?