Buried under a mess
Once upon a time the Holidays were a time of merriment and anticipation - but somewhere between the age of 8 and 38 it became a bunch of work. Today as I sit here I can scarcely find the wood pattern of my desktop because of the piles of papers, cd’s, envelopes and books.
I will get to the bottom of this mess! That’s what I keep telling myself.
Merry Christmas to all of you who don’t find yourself buried under a mess.
