It's the eve of Christmas Eve, or as my witty daughter Marcia says: "Christmas Adam". She's a funny thing isn't she?
It's a cold and gray morning here and I've been up since before the sun. Not that the sun is making much of an appearance today. As I might have mentioned once or a dozen times, I'm planning on starting grad school in the fall, and I'm in the midst of writing my application essay. I've been laying awake trying to think of ways to write my essay so that I come across as hardworking and focused rather than indecisive and whacko.
But who wants to spend Christmas Adam thinking about writing essays? I'm already wearing my favorite baking outfit, so I might as well get up and make breakfast.
As any prospective grad student/wife/mom/retro homemaker knows, muffins make any morning bright and cheerful.
While they're baking I plug in my kitchen Christmas tree and listen to Swingin' Christmas on Pandora.
I've mixed up some spiced tea for the neighbors and I'm going to send the kids around to deliver the packages this afternoon.
It's so nice to have time to putter around the kitchen and visit with all of you. Wishing each of you a very Merry Christmas Adam, Eve, and Christmas Day!