He looks naughty, but he's really nice.
Elvis loves Christmas. And birthdays. Anytime you want to toss paper around he's more than willing to join the fun.
There's a gift or two or seven under our tree. I'm making progress. But somehow I'm still not having fun.
I'm trying to learn to let go of the crushing expectations. I know the other people will adjust, but can I?
Anyway. I'm not going to wrap any more today. Beef stew is cooking. I've got a cup of Polar Bear tea. Elvis is snoozing in his rocking chair. Time for me to find some equanimity courtesy of a needle and thread.