Advent 1

(“I always prayed that Santa would pack love on his sleigh and send it my way.” From NSYNC’s “In Love on Christmas”)

So, I’m in the process of psyching myself up for a fun December with Sarah. We got out the legal pads this morning (shooting the crap over stacks of editing to be done) and wrote down plans to watch all our favourite movies, the date we’re going shopping, to r.s.v.p. to the office holiday party (which I was boycotting at first—long story), etc.

So I’m debating whether or not to get my hair done for the holidays. If I do it will cut into the already limited shopping fund, but then again, I’ve been able to do so little for myself lately—unless you count paying down my debt, which is not a treat, per se, but is definitely for my benefit.

I filled out the application for the apartments I want to move to in the spring. I can’t mail it to them for a couple of weeks (need application fee money), but it feels good to be placing these little irons in the fire.

I am giving my youngest sister Caryl a composite gift of helpful things for college. It’s the first semester survival kit. So exciting.

An unexpected gem came my way today. My former boss called me just because I had been on her mind.