It's because I'm buried under mounds of boxes, wrapping paper, scotch tape, scissors, cookies, chocolate, cellophane, stuff for teachers, stuff for the class party, stuff for Jer's family, and stuff for mine. Projects to finish, cards to sign, rehearsals at church, and a pile of laundry. A tree needing water, a kid needing water, thank you's to write, and people to remember.
I'm off to bed. I did cookie baking today and was hanging over a huge tray of 64 cookies that I single-handedly baked, piped, frosted, and decorated. My chiropractor will have a hay day with me when I see him next.
I have miles to go before Saturday (Christmas with Jerry's family), so you won't be hearing from me much this week.
I just want to remind you all, in this final push to Christmas, to stop. Remember. Breathe.
Our Savior has come! Emmanuel...God with us.