The Christmas Tree has achieved full bedeckment:
What with all that bedecking, and all the other things that needed doing (including going for a SWIM jeez at last), Mark decided to stay another night…but he is totally going home tomorrow, because I’m going to work tomorrow. And he has a novel to write.
Yeah, work. How weird is that? I mean, I am excited about it. But at the same time: gah! How will I get everything done???
Anyway. Going to try to get to bed at a more reasonable time tonight, because, you know, WORK. (Though I don’t have to be in till 10am, because apparently realtors are civilized people.)
… Work!