Woke up to thunder and lightning yesterday, and temps later climbed to 65F here in West MI. Firing up the oven, I wrangled my cookie sheets and recipe cards and started my Christmas baking. Sometimes I can be a bit dense – as it took me a while to figure out why I got so warm (I thought it was just a surge) – between the temps and humidity outside, Hubbs having the furnace set to 72, and the fact that I was wearing sweats (hello!) I thought I was going to melt along with the chocolate. I changed into shorts & a tank top, cracked the windows to cool me down and soon got into a baking rhythm, making cookies, fudge, candies and such. I love those kinds of afternoons because time stands still while I sort, measure, stir and create. Between 12 and 4pm I clocked 5 miles on my Fit-bit. 5 miles – inside the house – up and down stairs, doing laundry, vacuuming, and baking. (( The Holidays aren’t for sissies!! ))
And when 5:00 rolled around it occurred to me that we now had a freezer full of sweets but no food (!) ~ back into the kitchen I went to make dinner.
Later, as I faded into my recliner, I talked with my Sister so I could get an update on Mom ( it’s not great); we later chuckled how both of us had put in a Holiday-baking-wrapping-cleaning marathon yesterday and, while neither of us are sick (bonus!) we both felt like biscuits:
Why am I doing all of this now? I just have a feeling that life as I know it is about to change. That I may have to step out of my life here and head home to another. And being busy helps me cope when there’s nothing I can do but … think.
What’s on your mind this Monday?