Our house isnāt ready for Christmas. My stack of cards, unaddressed, is still sitting there. We donāt have our tree up yet because weāve been sick. Our stockings arenāt 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 eitherānot with us being sick. And thatās okay.
The only thing that MUST get done today is the movies. Because weāre off to see The Last Jedi today.
