I need to accept the fact that time is indeed flying, buckle down, and get to work . . . hauling the totes of Christmas decorations from the attic . . . writing Christmas cards . . . planning a schedule for baking and the menu for Christmas Eve dinner . . . shopping for and wrapping gifts . . .
. . . right after I finish my mug of cocoa and the book I'm reading.
Dinner last night: venison with cranberry sauce, wild rice, brussels sprouts
Exactly one year ago: