I woke up to three inches of snow and a sick husband, whom I took care of dutifully with wifely type care. I didn't call in, instead I swept snow off the car, which is a new step towards responsibility. And in the back of my head, creeping towards the front, is the fact that I don't feel like it's Christmas. I want to go home and snuggle this day, read a book and drink coffee, get jittery and clean the house. There's time for that tonight. We'll wrap presents and fold laundry.
SaysYou is up and running, I have new hearts and requests for quirky customs. On the forefront for 2011 - a book by Betsy Bailey Nickens. With luck (which seems to abound, but I rarely take the time to notice), a publisher will pick up the proposal and I'll be authoring a book including 20 or more embroidery projects. I'll read this a few more times and maybe it will sink in to reality.
Happy Christmas. Let's hope it's a good one.
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