Rushing Up on Christmas
I feel like I’m rushing up on Christmas at about 110 m.p.h. Time is flying by. I know I’m forgetting lots of stuff, not just Christmas stuff, either. Work, too, probably. It’s gonna be really really nice to actually get to Christmas day and, hopefully, relax.
It’s about ten degrees outside. The grass is still green! I’m still driving to work in the van, since there’s been no time to put new brake pads on the Miata. Actually, I like the van. You’re up there where you can see past the cars in front and rear (well not so much rear since I still haven’t glued the rear view mirror back on), and generally see what’s going on all around you. Kind of relaxing.
Okay, back to work. Working at home, at least. Becky’s in Ottawa dropping off presents for her relatives.
kathie says:
It’s December 21st at 9 PM. I haven’t bought any presents yet. I’m so far behind I am lapping myself.
John says:
It’s December 22nd at 12:45 a.m. I’ve bought most of the presents, and but I’m thinking about how it’ll take a miracle to get enough stuff done before Christmas to avoid malpractice. Isn’t this supposed to be fun happy season? I guess that’s not until a couple days or so from now. Lapping yourself. That’s funny. It makes me think of the time travel paradox.
kathie says:
Yay! We look forward to tonight!