It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas . . .

. . . which means I'm running terribly behind. Another holiday luncheon today (the members of our immediate department were taken to lunch on Friday), this one with the big boss and everyone under her. Because everyone is trying to wrap things up by midweek, the luncheon will be combined with a meeting that will run all afternoon. That puts me at a location at least ten miles past the office just in time for rush hour traffic.

I did get the rest of my shopping done, but I haven't been able to pick up the stuff that's been engraved because it snowed (yes, for the third Saturday in a row.) Thank God I impulsively went to the mall Friday after work. I feel terrible for the merchants . . . a girl at Things Remembered told me their business is hurting because of two consecutive snowy Saturdays in December. Of course, now it's three. I went back yesterday after they cleared the roads, hoping I could pick up the things I had engraved, but after 15 minutes of driving around looking for a parking space, I gave up and came home. I guess everybody else had the same idea. So I won't be shipping my package today, along with millions of other folks. It'll have to go tomorrow. Hope it gets there on time.

Anyway, with all my preparations for the holiday (hair, gift wrapping) and our trip (laundry - say no more), I barely had a chance to vacuum, much less pick up my galleys, which went untouched all weekend. I'll be putting my nose to the grindstone and pulling out my crock pot (usually reserved for entertaining with Swedish meatballs or cocktail franks . . . but this is an emergency, so I'll be cooking in the damn thing to eliminate 9PM dinners) and those Bisquick Impossible Pie recipes that make their own crust (first up: chicken pot pie).

I'll probably check in briefly during the week, but it'll likely be a post of 50 words or less because I've still got a long to-do list.

Catch you later! Stay sane.