A Force to Be Reckoned With

Damn that gravity. Second year in a row that it tackled my Christmas tree and wrestled it to the floor. And this year it didn't even have Zaphod as an accomplice!

So tomorrow I have to re-decorate the tree (it was so messed up, it's easier to start from scratch). Then I have a little bit of wrapping to finish up (just stocking stuffers -- nothing major) and then the real fun (cleaning, organizing, making the house a home for the first time in eleven years) begins.

It's all Hubby wants for Christmas. For the house to be in some semblance of order. And after everything he does for me (and my ailing car), it's the least I can do.

But, man ... This is going to be one long haul.