Okay, not as frightful as last weekend, but we learned our lesson. On Saturday, we had two missions--pick up the Lexus with the fresh alternator and buy a Christmas tree. By eleven we had done both. Then we waited for the snow. And waited. And waited. But this time the weather forecasters were correct. The snow didn't start until late afternoon. And when the snow began falling softly, I popped some popcorn on the stove, made homemade hot chocolate, and the dude and I watched A Christmas Carol*, with the scent of pine filling the room. (Isn't the first day you have the tree the best?) It was pretty much the opposite of last Saturday. And it put me in the Christmas spirit!
Of course, I only made two of the six types of cookies I need to bake (and send to my grandmothers). I still have cards to make, let alone send. And all the presents need wrapping (except for the English ones, which have been dispatched). But I am off as of Friday and I feel like I'm heading into a season of fun, rather than a season of stress. So there's that. Let's hold on to that feeling.