Next week we’re going back to England. It feels more hypothetical than done-and-dusted and that’s probably to do with the busy we’ve been keeping. The Euro’s been filming for over a month, and I’ve been eating, sleeping and breathing 1 of 2 manuscripty projects since mid-October.

Yesterday I walked home – it was freezing and I stuck paper towels in my ears to keep the cold out. It’s the only exercise I’ll get this week and it’s no where near enough. I’m just shy of stir crazy and the knitting someone suggested isn’t doing the trick. (I just want to poke things with the needles.)

Last night my neighbour was lighting his house and his tree and this made me want to light something too. We’re not putting up a Christmas tree this year. Not even a Christmas Twig. This makes me feel a little like Charlie Brown but not too much because Holt House always has a wonderful tree and that’s where we’ll be.

Speaking of Christmas, barring books for my besties I’ve done zero shopping. That leaves six days and counting to get things sorted Stateside. I am totally freaking out.