It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas! Too early? I don't care. Well, maybe I care a little. I don't want to totally annoy Andrew with my pre-Thanksgiving Festivus. It's just poor Alton who has been subjected to holiday playlists during our daily walks. But hey, he can't talk AND I get the honor of picking up his dog poop. So I think he at least owes me that.
At any rate, why am I writing about this? Well, it wasn't what I had planned on writing about today, and since I think all three people are reading these blogs these days, I'm taking the opportunity to use this writing time as a minor therapeutic release.
I am feeling a little blue today. And unlike the song, Blue Christmas, it's not because I'm missing someone from afar. Instead, I'm feeling some pre-holiday overwhelm, some frustrating life stuff, Alton's tummy has been upset, blah blah blah.
Rather than surrender to that blah bah-humbug, after I finish this post (and take Alton on his second walk of the day), I will put on some Christmas music, organize my kitchen pantry, and start decorating the kitchen. Why? Because it will make me happy.