The pot luck is today. I didn’t think to bring a scoop for Chex mix. I don’t think I have one. Thinking about all those fingers in it, though, yuck. I better find something.
I hope it’s a good Christmas this year. It wasn’t the worst year, but it hasn’t exactly been a breeze, either. The crux of the storm has been inside Leah, I guess.
It’s already about that time, my friends. I’ve got extra stuff to carry. It didn’t used to be such a big deal, but the carpal tunnel makes tasks I used to take for granted slightly more difficult.
Have a great start to your work week. Drive safely. Talk soon. Thanks as always for being my readers.
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