I still have all my Christmas decorations in place, because Christmas hasn’t come to a conclusion at the Hughes house. I keep forging ahead, but I’ve got to tell you that my brain has whiplash.
Everybody was supposed to be here. Our daughters, their husbands, our granddaughter. I cooked, Garey cleaned. I bought more groceries the week before Christmas than I’d bought the previous month. My granddaughter helped me carry them in and put them in the fridge, the pantry, a box on a shelf in the sunroom for the spillovers.