My day starts at 4:45 am, on the days I work at the hospital. The dogs are annoyed by my tiptoeing in the kitchen, by the whizzing of the coffee grinder and don’t even remotely entertain the idea of evacuating in the darkness.
Trying to make sense of the world and life through food and words.
As I shuttle from my job at the hospital to my dog’s sickbed, I feel I am in caregiver mode 24/7. Internet, books and my beloved New Yorker are my distractions at the moment, as I am not roaming far from home, to make sure Portia has someone next to her at all times. Here are some things sofagirl sent me, and others I happened upon, that caught my imagination.
Christmas gifts purchased so far: 0. But there is a tree, albeit still tied to the top of the car. How do I manage, every single year, me, the planner in chief, to reach this sorry state of affairs? Maybe I am at the age where I would just want to wish the holidays away…or maybe it’s the ridiculously warm temperatures that don’t exactly scream “It’s Christmas”. May you have a productive weekend.