Printing off copies for tomorrow's reading of Fledge & Saturday's reading of 10 minutes' worth of 'festive poems.'
Weaving oven-mitt-sized bits on the 25 cent kiddie loom I got at the Sage Hill rummage sale with my mother-in-law's should-have-been-an-afghan wool. (Maybe a late-fall-scarf, once stitched together?)
Putting together one final report, contemplating another I have due & third I SHOULD be putting together.
Dismantling the downstairs change table & walking around bemusedly in all the negative space.
Ignoring Xmas altogether, except for the getting and decorating of a tree. (Hoisting the tree to my shoulders while M escorted Aa back from the tree-killing-fields...)
Missing the forest some.