Christmas has subsided and I can now sleep without waking up
at 3 a.m. to wonder if I have enough eggs for the annual holiday omelet, or if
Handsome Son already has a cargo liner for the back of his car (He did. Thank
you Amazon returns).
Miraculously, everything I ordered online has arrived (last
one skidded in yesterday) and is wrapped. I’ve reached the stage where I’ve already
forgotten what the heck is in all those packages under the tree; I’ll be as
surprised as everyone else.