Wouldn't it be nice if we could sit down together with our coffee or tea and chat in real life. That's a lovely image!
My house is a disaster right now and I'm finding it discouraging. The back room furniture is in the kitchen and all the books are in boxes in the diningroom. I can't move! I don't cope well with chaos.
Poor Bill was pretty shaken up over Floyd's death and wasn't able to finish the painting yesterday. He'll be back this morning and Claire and Doug will come later to wrestle the furniture back in place. Then I can crank up the Christmas machine.
In the meantime, I've done Christmas letters, caught up on my accounting backlog and spent a lot of time chatting over coffee at the Long Horn which will be closing for six weeks at Christmas. That was going to kill social life in the village but the guy who runs an antiques and collectibles store has put in a coffee shop to take up some of the slack. Bob's Diner should be popular and will probably have a hunk of the LH business when they reopen in February.
I'm going to grab another coffee and soak in the tub for a while. The Girls are still at the kennel but I hope to get them this afternoon and start patching my life back to normal.
Try to find a little time to savour the joy of the season.