I'm pretty well done for today. Too little sleep and a cold, but it could be worse. At least I have most things squared away. The last of the cookies are baked, the gifts are all purchased/made/wrapped. The tree is up and decorated. The cards didn't all get out, but I won't beat myself up too much over that. Nor have I the strength to fret over cleaning oversights.
For tomorrow's dinner I'm making this clam chowder with fresh, whole-grain bread and a few little finger-food appetizers.
And now to bed. Tomorrow still has its chores--getting everyone bathed, making mini portobello mushroom quiches, hanging the stockings--but most of the real work is done, and I will look forward now to the moment when I lift my feet off the ground and coast into Christmas. As always, I wish I was more ready for the Divine Infant's coming than I am (I mean, shouldn't I be absolutely awestruck and bowled over by the reality of the Incarnation? And yet I can still get caught up in a million mundane temporal details instead...), but I suppose that as long as I know how ridiculous and petty I am, there is some hope for my salvation.
I'd best be off to bed now...I am yawning several times a minute. Good night, all!