I got an email from my cousin Ginger yesterday asking me if I'm ok.  That kind of stopped me in my tracks and I asked myself, "Am I ok?!"  Well...yeah.  I guess so.  And then I came here to my blog to reread what I've written lately since that's how she gauges how I'm doing...she reads it on an almost-daily basis...and I decided that maybe I'm not, haha!  No...really...there are a few lumps on my personal plate lately but nothing more than anyone else is dished out.  Just things that are pre-occupying my brain at the moment where it's hard to sit down here and focus on writing much of anything.  But it, too, shall pass.  It always does.  Then my plate will empty a bit and I can take a deep breath and relax a bit.

I did get my Christmas cards done on Sunday.  Not nearly as many as I usually do, but ones sent to those who I don't keep in contact with outside of Christmas cards for the most part.  Just to let them know we're still alive, I guess.  We are.  Alive.  I think.

Dear Hubby's on his super-early shift this week.  He offered to watch Dylan for me any day I choose while he's on this shift so I can go out and do my Christmas shopping.  We Oregonians got our 'tax kicker check' this past weekend so I actually have some money to spend, woooooo hooooo.  Now it's just figuring out which day I feel like shopping.  Hmmmmm.

We have a fantastic choir and orchestra at our church and they'll be performing their Christmas concert the Sunday before Christmas.  I really really really really really need to go to that this year.  I really do.

Don't you hate it when Death comes knocking?  My father-in-law is at Death's door at the moment and it's down to the waiting game now.  Just before Christmas.  I'd be a liar to say this is a merry Christmas this year.  But Death has no time table, does it?  And so we wait.  We've come to dread the ringing of the telephone.