progress...

I'm gonna make it... I really think I am!

Pampered Pets called yesterday and reminded me of a long-forgotten appointment to have Chase and Thunder bathed and groomed today, so that took a huge chunk of time and hassle out of my schedule and made it somebody else's problem. I have clean fluffy dogs now (Thunder kept his appointment, even though he's staying home with the petsitter instead of going with me).

The gift I was most concerned about showed up yesterday, so I have something for everybody now (though a few things are still likely to be no-shows 'til after the holidays).

Robitussin and Sudafed have beaten the creeping crud into submission and I may actually survive the Solstice ritual tomorrow night. We'll see if I can actually sing at rehearsal tonight.

I've vacuumed the house and mostly civilized my room and the bathrooms, so the petsitter doesn't think I'm a total slob (and so I can come home to a clean house, since she'll vacuum before I get back).

Now I'm off to shop for the last couple of things that require my venturing into the Christmas Retail Madness. If I'm lucky, by the time I get that done, the rain will stop and I can clean out the Trooper to get ready for repacking it.

I'm starting to suspect that the light at the end of the tunnel might actually not be an oncoming freight train...

I believe...

...that people need to give more hugs, draw more pictures, sing more songs, and do more of the little things that make them happy, because there's sadness and sorrow enough in this world. People need to find pleasure in pennies on the street and leaves falling, or similar things that work for them, because joy is what we make it.

Because the ever-lovely cadhla said this so much more eloquently than I ever could, I point you to this entry for the full text from which I snipped the excerpt above. Go forth... read... enjoy!

Happy Solstice, everyone!

wrapping presents with a cat

I've seen this one around... most recently it came to me by way of khadagan and I was reminded of it when Izzy (the smiling face in the icon) tried to "help" me wrap a couple of packages...

( Present-Wrapping 101: Or, 'How not to wrap a cat...' )

And now you know the real reason why most gifts from me come in bags...

You may call me "Lady Confused"

( Meme sheepage under the cut... )

Bwaaaaaahahahahah! Given the hectic schedule and the head cold, this fits in all too many ways...