IT MAY BE HALF-HEINEYED, BUT IT'S A START

I had visions of hot cocoa, Christmas music playing softly in the background, the scent of cookies wafting over the perfectly decorated CS2 while lovingly sorting through baskets full of stitchy fun, clad in soft and cozy flannel holiday attire.

Crap on a cracker, when am I EVER going to figure it out?

I'm in an eighteen year old sweatshirt with pajama bottoms on that are so old the elastic gave out sometime during my Junior year...of high school. The only thing wafting is the smell of burnt potato and olive oil, because no matter how many times I read the damn directions, I can't seem to make anything in the air fryer without setting it on fire first. The "music" is the festive tones of my Jersey Boy hollering obscenities at the Sixers game, and the decorations are still stuffed in a closet someplace because SOMEBODY can't be bothered to get herself out of bed or her chair long enough to put them up.

Phooey.

It's gonna have to do for now, Dearies. Something has knocked me for a loop, and I just don't have either the energy or the strength to do anything other than sleep. I stumble around with good intentions, I promise you, but my giddy up seems to be giddied elsewhere.

I'm going to start with the Mill Hill Santa and see how it goes, and if I get a boost tomorrow or later this weekend, I might fish a bit further in the WiP pile and Christmas basket. We'll see.

Cheers to you for putting up with my kvetching. Thanks for hanging in there with me!