I don't know if I should be worried or panicking or what. I am not really either of those things. I have a lot on my mind though.
It looks like all five kids will be home. I hope. Four of them for sure. Darcy, I hope, but am not sure. Nick bought a gift for Hannah when he was in Afghanistan, so I hope that they come.
We are having the Extended Family Christmas party/ dinner on Sunday. I need to buy a few things for the party, and am hoping that Carol's maids will come here on Saturday. If not, Nick and I will clean.
I have written a rough draft of our Christmas letter. The cards are here. I need to write and print the letters, address the envelopes and mail them. So far this year we have received two cards. Not enough to make a decorative card display, but that's why I save old cards from previous years.
I think about writing, but then don't. I have so many stories of events in my life that I need to write down. When I am telling people about various events in my life, they always say "you should write a book". Does that mean my life is interesting, or is that just a polite way of saying to me to stop talking?
I always thought I would start to really write after my mother died. There were just too many things I thought I would want to say about her that I wouldn't want her to read. But now she's gone and I am not sure exactly what I thought was so important and private. Oh well.
The last few nights I have actually gone to sleep without much trouble and have woken up feeling human! Yesterday, after my workout at the gym, I felt great! Really energized. All too often I walk in there feeling too tired to do much and just as tired when I leave. Being rested makes life so much better!
Ok, on that note, good night.
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