Whoa - It's December Already!
Wouldn't it be loverly? I would like to be organized, I would like to be focused, I would like to remember my bright ideas for posts long enough for me to jot them down - but it seems that I just can't pull it together. I need a little life coach who will sit on my shoulder and whisper in my ear the things I should be doing every day, and a big life coach to sit on my depressed husband's shoulder so he will get off his butt and take advantage of a dry weekend to sweep the chimney so we can burn wood this Winter.* It just feels warmer than the gas furnace does, and I am cold all the time. Cold, I tell you. And the only thing worse for me than being too hot is being too cold. It definitely is more uncomfortable and, as you may be able to tell, makes me grouchy. I'll try to get beyond that for you all. We went grocery shopping last night, and I noticed two things: my walking is definitely getting slower since I went off the Copaxone and the price of groceries seems to...