I have about a billion things to do. So of course I decided I would rather sit down and try to blog than do any of those things.
I feel woefully out of practice. For example, I forgot how to log in to Blogger. Pathetic, when you consider there is like one step involved, but there you have it.
This is going to be a rather quiet Christmas this year in Glenbogle House. Andy and Teresa were supposed to visit us with their children but had to cancel at the last minute due to the snow in Europe. Ironic. We have gotten about half an inch of snow so far this year. The lowest amount ever recorded in Colorado.
Jonathan is just devastated. I am really blue, too, but also wondering what on earth this Christmas will be like. This will be our first Christmas ever -- since we got together, that is -- with just us. So I want it to be very peaceful and cozy and perfect. Which means I am not feeling well. Of course. Sigh. So much for a "perfect" holiday.
I am trying to soldier on and prepare for the holiday and get the house tidy and take care of the "cozy" part of my list. But I am coughing into my shoulder every two minutes which pretty much negates the whole "peaceful" part of my plan. What is that saying about the best laid plans?
Just typing this makes me feel like I need to get up and go do something. So, peace out. And Merry Christmas!
