Saturday, December 24, 2011
It's Christmas Eve. I am alone, in my room, perched precariously on one side of my bed, typing out a quick post so that you all don't think I've forgotten you. The other side of my bed is filled with letter writing supplies, clean laundry that I haven't had time to put away yet, wrapping paper, my "to do" notebook, and other assorted ... stuff.
In the floor by my bed is a pile of gifts still to be wrapped. I also have to work from noon until 6 tonight. After I bake a batch of cookies as a gift for a family member I will see at 7:30 tonight, after work. (They don't read this blog, so it's ok to mention it.)
I'm down from 40+ hours/week to under 30 on next week's work schedule, so I'm hoping to grab a few hours to seriously sit down and get all of my blogging news caught up. Frank's had about a dozen adventures that need to be blogged still, and I've had more awesome mail, Music Mondays, book recommendations, and general life news to share that I just can't seem to get to unless I'm falling on my face tired and then the posts come out all disjointed and lame. And I can't give you lame posts, dear readers. That would be bad.
I hope you get what you want for Christmas. I hope you spend the day in company with people you love and who love you. Actually, I hope that's what you want for Christmas. All the other stuff is just extra. I love each and every one of you. Remember that Christ is why we celebrate the season! Love came down to us! Emmanuel - God with us!
Blessings, warm fuzzies, love and twinkle lights. Those are a few of my wishes for you, not just today and tomorrow, but for a long time to come.
See you soon.
Merry, Merry Christmas.