• Location: It's Friday, I need my coffee...
• Mood: cranky
• Music: Bela Bartok - Hungarian Sketches

Desperate Yet?

I don't think I've ever gone into a holiday season quite so disorganized. I'm happily writing along here, and my cards are 33% made, my address list is not assembled, and what am I doing? I'm listening to Swordspoint on audio book (wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!!! and highly recommended) and writing two stories that are a bit out of my box. I have a repair sitting next to me that was due last week and that I'm promising for next week, and I have so much still to do. Do I not care?

I just love these lighted Christmas icicle ornaments. How kewl is this?

I'm not really sure why I'm so lethargic right now. I feel as if the wheels within wheels that we all live in are just spinning wildly now and I'm just running along the outside of them. Not really participating, just experiencing.

So, my cards may be late. Well, I can live with that - it's not the end of the world and they will be mailed, not sit in a drawer the way that friends of mine have done in years past. But, as I get older, I'm finding that I need to sometimes pay attention to me and I guess that's what I'm doing right now. Silly me! I must be calender challenged :-)