. . . however, it is December, which is reason enough to be so totally distracted that I feel like I need to leave work immediately to go knit a mitten or bake a cookie or buy a tree.
Speaking of which, the local forestry club has been selling trees since Sunday, which means if I don’t go right now the only trees left will be like the one we got last year — the one my brother said looked like an unraveled wreath.
Also, I am cooking lentil soup this minute in a crock pot, and I am feeling a powerful urge for cranberry bread.
It’s out of control.
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I have also been thinking about cranberry bread.