On falling into bed
There's nothing worse than shuffling into your room at the end of the day, wanting nothing more than to fall into bed, only to be greeted with the site of the jumbled pile of sheets and pillowcases you took out of the dryer earlier, tossed into your room, and promptly forgot about.
Tonight I watched "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" and "Frosty the Snowman" on CBS. I ate pumpkin pie and drank hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream. I added stuff to my Amazon wish list. I contemplated what to get for the only person left on my Christmas list, a notoriously hard woman to shop for. One year I asked her what she wanted for her birthday and she said a light bulb for over her garage because the old one had blown out. How do you top that?
Tomorrow we're heading out to get a Christmas tree. I'm hoping for something small in size but big in pine-scented goodness. We're going to need something to infuse the apartment with an air of festivity in order to cheer us up while we're packing for the move back to PA.