Our house isnβt ready for Christmas. My stack of cards, unaddressed, is still sitting there. We donβt have our tree up yet because weβve been sick. Our stockings arenβt hung by the chimney with care. (Though Mr. Bookworm has taken our Christmas boxes down from the attic.) And though we have lots of presents, none of them are wrapped. There is no guarantee of any of those things actually getting done this weekend eitherβnot with us being sick. And thatβs okay.
The only thing that MUST get done today is the movies. Because weβre off to see The Last Jedi today.
