Today is the epitome of a November day: gray, drizzling, sleepy, and sniffling. I awoke at 8:15, hoping the clock actually said 6:15. Everyone else was still asleep, and I strongly suspected that we would not make it to church this morning. Randy went to bed sneezing and wheezing and was just as miserable this morning, so we opted to stay home. Randy's mom and her husband had spent the night at our place on their way back up to Indiana after a Thanksgiving trip to Charlotte, so we got to spend a leisurely morning with them. She was wheezing and sniffling, as well. I think they all need to stay far away from me.
I drove up to Johnson City (2 hours from here) to visit my friend Tracy this weekend. Her husband was on his annual hunting trip and her son was with a friend, so we enjoyed a girls' weekend, complete with spinach pizza, a chick flick, and, of course, the obligatory stops at Target and TJ Maxx. Tracy's little daughter Savannah is simply fabulous. I should have packed her up in my suitcase and put her under the Christmas tree for Laurel.
When we get a Christmas tree, that is. Next weekend would be our usual Christmas-tree-chopping-down day, but Laurel is in a production of A Christmas Carol all weekend. Really, I should be showering and preparing for this afternoon's all-day dress rehearsal, but somehow I just can't make myself be productive yet today.
This cold, drizzling, gray November day. I'm ready for December—what about you?