It's Christmas eve eve. I am afraid I haven't been much in the Christmas spirit. Actually I am worried that ghosts will visit me by night--I'll probably call them a bit of undigested beef.

I would like to say that I baked the pies I am supposed to bring to the family festivities, but I bought them at the store and put them in more homely containers. I would like to say that it is snowing outside, but I have been wearing shorts all day. I would like to say I spent the day decking the halls, but I actually spent the day scrubbing them.

I feel good about getting a lot done over this break, but I just can't shake the idea that life is passing me by right now.