Sitting at my desk this morning, I’m thinking about the things I need to do today since Christmas Eve is tomorrow. I’ll be at the Pesky neighbor’s house on Christmas Eve, then (maybe) Perry’s Mom’s house on Christmas Day. The meal at this table won’t be until after the big day (timings surrounding Colette this year), and that means the trees stay up until later than I like.
This holiday may not go as planned, but it’s still all good, right?
Perry’s lost several employees for various reasons within the last week or so meaning he may have to cover his store at times that conflict with our holiday plans. I hate it for him — but understand. I’ve never had a job at a place that wasn’t closed early on the Eve and all day on Christmas. There are others that simply aren’t that lucky.
Life requires us to roll with the flow and not stress over the little things, right? That why when I go to the post office today — to pick up the packages shipped via USPS that they couldn’t cram in my mailbox because they stuck my Amazon delivery in there instead — I’m not going to flip my shit. Probably.
Happy Eve of Christmas Eve! 🎄
Here’s wishing you a day where everything goes exactly right!
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