So here I sit, fooling around on this computer, and the house is cold, 62 degrees, and my response is to put on more clothes so I don't have to do anything. The fire is out, ingredients for toffee bars are sitting on the table, and I still haven't done anything towards getting underway. I went to town day before yesterday, that would be Monday, got my prescription refilled, bought D batteries, wrapping paper, and extra eggs and butter for baking. But still I sit...I'm probably just too cold to do anything. But I slept well last night, and I am rested, and I'm procrastinating just for the heck of it. It will be the last push to get ready for Christmas. That is, if I can get out of the driveway. My truck looks like a lump of snow.
I need to get the fire going, throw some paper on the presents, and throw the toffee bars in the oven. John is seriously considering snowblowing the driveway. It's rather warm out, 20 degrees, and I know that soon the Christmas spirit will take over.