MANY TIMES, MANY WAYS
Why can’t I think of anything to write about other than the half-finished tasks, all of which seem to be Christmas-related, that I can’t seem to settle to? Anders is gone to Italy for 3 days on a business trip and I’m restless without him. Tomorrow is book group and if Karin doesn’t turn the cough she was threatening me with tonight into a full-fledged cold I’ll have to take them with me. I didn’t get the book re-read either, because Sherlock keeps hanging on for just a few more chapters, a few more pages. It’s taken me FOREVER to...