Packages are flying back and forth as if suspended on invisible wires,
It makes me wonder what the heck is wrong with us? When is it enough? I keep getting that creepy feeling that I forgot someone major and have been checking and rechecking my lists to make sure no one is left out and I am keeping a few small gifts on hand in case someone unexpected comes a knocking or a wassailing or whatever the heck it is, so I don’t feel embarrassed. I am no Martha Stewart and wish I was. I have no tree yet and times a wasting. I did get the things that have arrived wrapped, and set under the ficus, just in case I don’t get the tree set up. I lost my cards and Jack the Dog needs allergy medicine! I think I need a nap! And I will keep ducking just in case a low flying package flies in the door.