Sorry, folks. I don’t have time to write a post today. I have to be grown-up and responsible and do my work (school work and work-work). So, I just don’t have the time to talk about how when I was tucking Christian into bed last night, he started a conversation by saying, “I know it’s better to give than to receive and all that, but…” and ended with him thinking that it’s not really fair that only people “having a hard time” get to be surprised with the Twelve Days of Christmas.
I also don’t have time to tell you about the great book I’m reading (I’m not reading it right now, of course, I’m too busy being disciplined and responsible) from James. It’s truly wonderful, but I don’t even have enough time to type the title.
Nor can I detail how I am coming up with a great idea for my Christmas Letter. Actually, I really don’t have a great idea for the letter, I just thought I’d throw that in.
There isn’t a spare moment to tell you about the way that when I’m stressed out with procrastinated deadlines, I feed my anxiety with empty calories. Lots and lots and lots of them. Anybody got a spare pumpkin pie?
Nope. I just can’t be a flagrant blogger today. Time’s a-ticking, and I’m going to be the Jim Dandy-est little student/employee you ever did see.
