Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Counting the Days
Every year people ask if I had a good Christmas and I always say yes because our daughter came and that's what makes it good.
She's always been so good about making the trek to wherever we were living, California, Turkey, Georgia and I know what a pain travel at this time of year can be. But each year she packs her bags, makes arrangements for her kitties, braves the weather, one year having to have a friend help dig her car out of the snow, and she comes.
So no more counting the days, now it's just hours, I can hardly wait.
Friday I went to the commissary with Mac to grocery shop and I managed to get all of it done without having to sit down and rest. That ma...