Floaty

That's what it feels like, the last few days-floaty; like I don't know where one ended and the other began. Between purging and getting ready for our trip to the east coast tomorrow, I somehow went through a couple days without posting or playing my new favorite online game; I spy/20 questions. That just kills me because I know what the I-thing is that's currently being slowly extracted from Mr. Red. I don't want to guess right and then leave for a few days.

My bright idea for a few token gifts to take with, naturally, turned into a major production of filling empty glass baubles with nostalgic pictures and tiny, stamped out snowflakes. I should just smack myself next time I have a bright idea.

You nice people have a great New Years Eve, party hardy but safely and speedy trips to those who have to get back to someplace else. x