I cleaned the kitchen.
I set up the Advent calendar.
I hung the Christmas wreath on the front door.
I ate some lunch.
I reminded Neuro at Glennon that they needed to call me. Nicely. I like the receptionist.
Leo went down for a nap.
I turned on Pandora, to my "Jazzy Christmas" station. It is busy reorganizing my brain while I catch up on Between the Sycamores (more fall photos on there) and try to stop being so effing melodramatic.
Truly.
78. Quilt #4 I think 2012
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I think this is the 4th quilt of the year. This one is a baby quilt, about
45x45, for the school auction/dinner/thingy coming up next week. One of the
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6 days ago
4 comments:
I don't think you're being effing melodramatic. It sounds like you have an effing lot going on.
What Helen said. Sounds like you're beating yourself up a bit. You're allowed to be a bit effing melodramatic occasionally.
I find it completely impossible to snap out of something when it is this important. I am sending you lots of prayers for some answers and good health.
When I discovered a suspicious-looking mole on my eight-year-old daughter, and was waiting for the test results, I burned my arm on the stove (still have the scar) and walked into the path of an oncoming car and almost got myself killed. (Mole was a blood blister.)
So no, I don't think you're being melodramatic, and making Christmas preparations is both healthy and admirable.
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