Apparently, there are 12 days until Christmas. And I haven't gotten much of anything for those important in my life. I feel like a crappy person. It would be so much easier if I wasn't running around like a lunatic trying to help everyone and make everyone else happy.
But alas, it is not meant to be so.
I do have the compulsion to write, and actually dusted off my manuscript the other day, so perhaps I will get something done by the New Year.
Two guesses what this year's New Year's Resolution's going to be.
And now, back to work.