This weekend, I managed to get half of my Christmas cards addressed, stamped, and mailed. I consider that a major accomplishment, which, should tell you a little bit about my weekend.
I'm struggling, folks. Time management is no longer my forte (ok, it was never my forte). I did manage to watch an entire two seasons of Virgin River, so...oh, wow; I think I just pinpointed my problem.
Anyhoodle, about those cards...
...I went with a tongue-in-cheek theme that I felt perfectly encapsulated our experience this year. I know there are at least a few people on my mailing list who will fail to see the humor in it, but, since I've basically unfollowed most of them on Facebook thanks to their rabid political posting, panic posting, Doomsday prophesizing, etc., I'm not terribly worried about their reaction. Still love them, just don't share their opinions and wouldn't expect them to share mine.
To each his own, y'all, and, this is mine.
In other weekend news, our hot water heater shit the bed on Saturday. Luckily, when Hugh installed it years ago, he installed it on a large metal pan that captured all of the water, saving my wood floors, walls, and carpet. I wasn't really planning on asking Santa for an expensive new appliance this year, but, it is 2020, so I'm not exactly shocked.