It has been a productive several days here. I plunge into this week with two numbers in mind. 21 is the number of days before Christmas. As someone who does **not** shop ahead and does **not** go anywhere near Black Friday this is about the time I usually panic. Actually, I have things under control. If I don’t have every gift bought, at least I know what I’m getting. That’s half the battle. The tree is up and lit (but the ornaments are still in their boxes), there are candles in every window, and my collection of international nativity scenes has been unpacked. We’re cruising here and I might even get some baking done this year.
As to 75, I’m three-quarters of the way finished with my work in progress, The Reluctant Wife. It is a month to six weeks behind schedule, but well on it’s way and also cruising. No panic here; I have the end in sight.
Life is good. I’m off to live it. But first, coffee.