It’s late, and I’m late here.
I woke a bit too early even for me and, resigned, went back to sleep. I knew it meant I’d wake later than I like for the day, but at least I won’t be ready for bed at supper time. (Or maybe I will. Sometimes I am.)
Today, a last day of quiet for 2018, and a few things to get done. Tomorrow, joy arrives in the form of our daughter and granddaughter. Already, I’m feeling fat and festive (hello, shortbread and butter tarts).
This morning, I’ve been over in a document working on an article for a monthly column I’m going to be writing in 2019. Hence, my tardiness here. More about that soon.
Have you chosen your word for 2019 yet? Do you do that kind of thing? I’m mulling around a couple in my mind, but haven’t settled on just one yet. That’ll be a post-Christmas task.
And so, I begin this day late and with anticipation. I hope yours is a good one!