Full-blown: It's holiday time. Three parties this past weekend, including the work luncheon (mags of 2000 Stags Leap District Cab at every table -- yum) and the sweater soiree (where he glowed and won the prize for "#1 Sweater").
We have no time for anything. I haven't finished my shopping. There are friends in town this week. And family on the way. There are events and obligations and the exchanging of "little somethings." There is so much planning and scheduling. We've had to postpone our own Christmas until next week, when all of this is over. I'm worried that what I ordered online still won't have arrived by then.
It feels different, this year. Actually, I am exhausted. And I kind of wish it was done.
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