One Of Those Days

Bessie Anne and I go walkabout on the deck together, and then she heads down the drive to do her morning business.  I'd meant to just take a photo of the low-lying mist in the hills across the way after another night of rain but caught my little rag-mop girl on her way.

I've been living in a fool's paradise, thinking I had another two weeks before my gang gathers for "our" Christmas.  In my mind, I had until January 3, and even mentioned that I could take advantage of after-Christmas sales.  Ha!  And how's that workin' for ya?  It was a huge shock to really look at the calendar and get hit 'twixt the eyes and see that the Kids will be here this coming Saturday.  Panic with a capital P!!  I've been cruising along at my normal slow speed, doing a little baking now and then, a little decorating here and there.  The time I thought I had was pulled out from under.  Time to kick it into high gear and four-wheel drive!  My friend Linda did her best to talk me out of my whine-and-snivel pity party, and was partially successful.  I did start some more baking and got the pans out of the oven before (wait for it) the power went out.  That was one of the only good things that happened all day.  I have the PG&E number on speed dial on the land line, but it's been awhile since I've had to use it.  Was it "Mem 1" or "Mem 2"?  In complete darkness, of course I chose the wrong one.  Twice.  My apologies to Mem 2.

There is an honest-to-God sunrise this morning and the sky is clear.  It's going to be a good day.  Not like yesterday.