It’s Christmas, and I assume that even the least religious among us are enjoying the holiday, each in our own way, so this will be brief.
Our multi-ethnic clan exchanges gifts on Christmas Eve, so I plan to use the better part of this day to try out the shiny new toy my obliging husband bought me. (I didn’t hint–I told him what make I wanted, and I specified the model and accessories.)
I’m getting ready to read the manual, so that I take proper care of my spiffy new vacuum cleaner….
What can I say? My children routinely remind me that I’m weird.
It really comes down to being a control freak, and in today’s world, there isn’t much I can control–or even influence. So–our political system may be a mess, but I can see to it that my floors are clean!
Happy Holidays, everyone!