What do you know? I woke up this morning after 7 hours of sleep and I actually felt normal -- human normal. I got up. I had a day. Now I'm zonked, so catch you tomorrow . . . not used to being normal. If it lasts it will take some getting used to . . . gladly.

Oh yeah, glass ornaments on the tree. I need to watch a good Christmas movie when I try my hand at tying the bows. I will try to be relaxed. In college I took a calligraphy class and it made me so nervous, my hand would cramp and freeze, which yielded less than desirable results. The teacher used to say, You wouldn't ballroom dance all stiff and frozen, gripping your partner so the oxygen flow stopped, it wouldn't be very graceful. This is true, but somehow the analogy did not transfer to easy elegant flourishes with a fountain pen. My calligraphy looked stiff and frozen because I clutched the pen within an inch of its life. No. I squeezed it to death.

Sweet Dreams,
KEM