Did you realize Christmas falls on a Monday this year? I don’t know whether to be excited or dismayed. LOL Anway, today is Monday, then there’s next Monday, and then there’s Christmas Mondays. That makes three. (In “real” people time, that’s two weeks for those of you who are counting–14 days from today.) The outside lights are up. I managed to get the dining room table decor switched from Thanksgiving to Christmas. I need to find the tablecloth for the kitchen table. I’m not sure how much more decorating we’ll do. Just call us Mr. & Mrs. Scrooge.

I’m listening to BIGFOOT AND THE LIBRARIAN by Linda Winstead Jones. It’s a cozy paranormal, lighthearted and fun. There are two more books in the series and I’ll probably grab them from Hoopla too. Sometimes, I just want something light and airy when I need a break from my own characters.

Writing. Argh. Last week was filled with frustration. I think I FINALLY have the blasted timeline fixed. But then stuff happened and I’m delayed again. I’m sorry. I am working on it but it’s just going slower than I want it to. Gah. Y’all are so patient and I appreciate that sooooo much!

I gave my hair a shape and a trim yesterday. I’m growing it out for a “Meg Ryan Pixie.” No, really. That’s the actual name of the cut. The problem is, the hair in the back grows faster than the hair in the front and some of the hair in the back grows faster than the rest of the hair in the back. Yes, I am weird. You don’t need to ask.

We watched “On Patrol Live” (OPL) Saturday night. An older woman in Indian River County was driving home from Lowe’s and/or Target. She turned into her subdivision but missed the street and put her small SUV into a very deep ditch, or possibly a canal. Luckily, she was unhurt but was all kinds of “all shook up.” She told the investigating officer that she was so embarrassed because she missed her turn and she didn’t often drive at night. Oh, boy! Did I relate to that! Her speech was not slurred and she had no trouble standing or walking but she was babbling a bit. I’m thinking shock. Then the investigating officer tells another officer he can smell alcohol on her breath. When offered a sobriety test, she refused. This usually means an automatic arrest, which she was. Oops. In a later update, the police performed a breathalyzer test at the station. The woman blew a 3.2. I repeat! A THREE POINT TWO! That’s almost acute alcohol poisoning. And yes, she was transported immediately to the ER. If I’d been drinking so much that I might blow a 3.2, I’d be curled up in a corner snoring LONG before I ever hit that point.

Looking ahead to this week, I found a new chicken casserole recipe I want to try for dinner one night. The ingredients are on my grocery list for my Wallyworld run today. Stormy has his weekly soccer match on Tuesday. I think that’s the sum total of our social calendar. 🙄 The only other thing on the agenda is writing and editing. And there might be the possibility of a secret…something. *bwahaha*

Warning: Iffy discovered the coffee and chocolates stashes. I am not responsible for her actions.

And finally, I leave you with this thought: A SciFi Romantic Contemporary Western Christmas novella…