December. Fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck
I know, what Christmas spirit I have! But, still, December, already. Gah. I have shopping left to do, cards to write, presents to wrap and, in a move completely out of character for me; out-of-state packages still to mail, something I have usually accomplished by Thanksgiving.
To say that I am feeling scattered and unorganized would be an understatement and, I’m not entirely certain why I am struggling so hard to get into the groove this year.
Maybe baking will help; I’m planning to start this week. You know, when I can find time amid the Man-Cub’s scout meeting, planning my woman’s club’s annual holiday luncheon-which I agreed to Chair waaaay back in May when I was feeling far less disorganized-the wrestling team’s fundraising banquet, my Bunco Christmas pot-luck and a trip to Emily’s favorite jewelry store to scope out possible gifts to her from Oscar. And, while most of these activities are totally enjoyable and I look forward to attending; I’m just not feeling moved by the Spirit. Like, where are you, Christmas?! (as sung by Cindy Lou-Who of Grinch fame).
I’ll get there; it’s just going to take some time. And, sugar cookies. Maybe alcohol but, only if I get desperate.