I keep telling myself…

I keep telling myself I’m going to write a wish list for Xmas (and my birthday, which is soon thereafter) but I keep forgetting.

Maybe I’ll do it while I’m at work. I am really admiring some stuff in my displays, but I know I don’t need any of it.

We haven’t even decorated the tree. It’s up, but only has lights attached. Though I work late in the day for the next three days, so it will have to be done after that. We had painters working on our walls, so we moved furniture around for better access to them. They’re done now, so all that matters is our family’s availability. I don’t seem to have enough of that lately.

Though I am finally writing my article I’ve been too exhausted or depressed to work on. Not quite finished, but it is coming along.