I think I’m getting a cold again, which I realize I said a few weeks ago and it never transpired. So maybe it’s another phantom cold. Let’s hope so. I have to begin with the Christmas celebrations.
I think I am gonna wrap up my statistics book today, and I’d like to point out I am a day ahead of my deadline. Heart self. But I am nervous because I have no work lined up once I am done. Eeek.
You need that family newsletter proofread?
Anyway, once I’m done with that book I will commence the Christmas card extravaganza. I think I asked you all this last year, but if you send Christmas cards, how many do you send out? Because my numbers are gettin’ ridiculous. And every year I buy my cards half off on the day after Christmas and do you think I could find mine this year? Oh, I was irritated with my own self.
Finally, as I got all my decorations out, I realized our stockings and candles were nowhere to be found, so I headed back up to the attic and sure enough, way in the back by what I assumed was an abandoned nest of voles was a box marked “Stockings, candles, and Christmas cards.” Right then I knew.
Cause nothing gets past me.
And speaking of Christmas, my faithful readers are already beginning their good deeds! One person paid $15 toward the gas of someone she saw in an old car with lots of kids. Another person gave a homeless man some money and his equally homeless dog a rawhide.
Why do dogs who belong to homeless people just stay put, with no leash? If Tallulah and I were homeless and she had no leash, all I’d see is the back of her blonde hind end as it left a trail of dust.
Anyway, read my comments from yesterday and the day before to see the good deeds people are doing. Eventually I will list them all, here.
Oh! And when I opened my photos to show fetching Sir Henry, I found this: