Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
I need a do-over. Maybe just for the month of December, even though we're only halfway through it. Maybe for the entire year. Maybe for about fifty years.
Things that I said would happen probably will not happen. I probably will not answer your grammatical questions until next year. I probably won't blog much for the rest of the year. I probably won't accomplish anything other than the items at the top of the priority list.
My priority list begins with worship because Christmas is Christ-oriented for a reason. Next on my list is taking care of the people I love. Carol is one of the best friends I've ever had. She doesn't feel well. She hasn't felt well for quite some time. I'm going to take her out for lunch at our favorite tea room and give her the clip-on earrings she hoped for, made by Michele at Accent Gem Designs.
I will make a fuss over the nice people who take care of me at the neighborhood diner. I might even bake some Christmas cookies.
I guess what I really need is a do-over on my plans for the rest of the year. Less blogging. More giving to the people who are close to me. Lots of love for Franklin and Penelope. Big hugs for Willy Dunne Wooters and my son. Editing. Not caring about some of the things that used to be important to me.
I need to take care of myself, too. It's warm and humid. The mosquitoes are terrible. I have eczema almost every place on my body. Eczema probably doesn't seem like a big deal if you don't have it. I've had it all my life. It is very bad right now.
So if I don't participate in Battle of the Bands or other blog hops, I feel pretty certain you can live without me.
Amy, please, will you sing us out?
Infinities of love,