|You Are a Tree|
You love every part of the holidays, down to the candy canes and stockings. And you're goofy enough to put a Christmas tree ornament on your tree!
I still haven't wrapped any presents. It might provide some impetus if some people would just let me know what their plans are -- you know, so I'll know whether I have to ship stuff? When it comes to mailing packages, time's a-wasting.
The holiday cards are still sitting here with their stark, blank envelopes, too. Apparently, I'm the only one around here who knows how to use a pen. Ah, well, all in its own good time. Although -- once again, it's getting late enough that I'd best not let too much more time slip away. Maybe I'll start on those tonight.
We made it back up to 60 degrees today -- not bad at all. I guess I can't use "freezing to death" as an excuse for my inertia. I could have done a lot of things today. Instead, I laid around and read a novel. Alas, it wasn't even a good one. But what the heck, it's Sunday and there's no rule that says I absolutely, positively had to accomplish anything. Not that I pay that much attention to rules, anyway.