It’s the week, it’s the week, IT’S THE HOLIDAY WEEK.

I bet my American readers heard that in a jittery-energy-with-a-wee-bit-of-edge tone. Well, except for those people who blissfully host group gatherings without a care in the world and to those people I say I love you so much! I aspire to be the c’est la vie girl but at almost 55 I think it’s safe to say that ship passed me by.

Just kidding. I know we’re all works in progress forever. Maybe my sixties will be when my fuck-it-all era extends to holiday gatherings. Never say never and all that jazz.

At any rate.

We’ve entered into that period of time when I steadfastly commit to picking up my house so people can comfortably lounge about in it only to find days later that despite working toward this one specific goal nothing anywhere has changed at all…

I’m certain that’s inaccurate. Things are getting checked off my to do list, I *know* things are getting done, yet somehow I look around and everything still seems…well, undone is the best way to put it.

Last year I’d just had foot surgery, though, and was hobbling around in a boot. At least this year I have two functioning feet. (Bright side!)

Happy Monday to everyone. And to people in the U.S. preparing to gather with friends and family: may your main dish be delightful, your side dishes be delectable, and your gathering be covered in peace and grace.

Can we all get an amen?