one week

A week from today it will be over, almost. We didn’t go to church on Boxing Day, We ate leftover turkey (better than the first time round). We played with new toys or--better yet, as we got older—we read new books. I remember drooling around a piece of barley sugar shaped like a sheep, onto the pristine pages of Pollyanna. Does anyone else remember the Glad Girl?

I’m getting ahead of myself. I still haven’t written my generic Xmas letter. It will take a while.

MORE: I can’t write a generic Christmas letter. The whole point is to tell others that I’m still here and hope they are, too. I read the first page of my email contact directory and of the first four names on the list, three of them have died. And I have outlived my expiration date. Why am I still here????

That’s all for today.