Monday Morning Haze

Sob. Just wrote a whole post and lost it. Matt is sitting here snuffling and sneezing and nailing down the day and hour of Jesus’ birth, along with muttering in Greek and trying to breathe. It seems hard to read in Greek and breathe at the same time. The children are wandering around looking for clothes. If they manage to get dressed than I and they will go look for a Christmas goose while Matt lies here and feels terrible. Poor guy. Hope he doesn’t infect me. Trying to smile at him commiseratingly from across the room. Hoping he doesn’t spend the day texting me to bring him soup.

Anyway, the super nice post that I wrote, about how gray it is, and about how I hope it doesn’t snow, and about how Marigold said to Elspeth, “Old people eat old butter and old bread,” and then said, “I do believe in Jesus and Santa. Like all the children here, I believe in Jesus and Santa” and Elspeth nodded and agreed

is gone. So I might as well stop feeling fretful about my loss and carry on with the actual business of living. The laundry, don’t you know, and the piles of shoes and coats and boots and junk, and the fact that the trunk of the car is full of stocking presents and I have to figure out how to get them out before the children get in the car. Where am I going to put them? Don’t answer that. Just pray a tiny prayer for the Angel of the Lord to learn his lines before next week.

Have a lovely day!