Now starts the race to Christmas, but I'm hoping this year to enjoy a gentle stroll instead. I'm buying books for my grandchildren (online, because the sticker shock hits different) and hoping to find a day in December to build graham cracker houses or decorate cookies with them. If we don't build or decorate before Christmas, there's always Christmas Day (or even Christmas Eve). Shoot, there's even New Year's for that matter. (I'm taking that weekend off...)
I'm sure the four weeks (are there still four?) between now and Christmas would have been full even without me working, but I'm trying to see my days with G. as a break from the craziness that life can become. She sleeps the afternoon away and I have a few hours of quiet. Not a bad deal, really.
The Montezuma Eagle.
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