I finished writing the letter last night, Wednesday. I dropped it off for “printing” at Kinkos today. It’s the same skit every year. They ask what I want and I show them the originals and say, “Front to back.” They say how many and I say, “575” and they stop cold and say we can’t possibly do that today because . . . . blah blah blah blah. I explain that I know it might take a day or two and to just do the best you can. I plan for this. My stuffing party isn’t until Monday. Today is Thursday. “I’m calm, I’m calm, I’m perfectly calm, I’m utterly under control . . . ”
As soon as I was in my car things that I forgot to mention about 2017 started popping into my head. All of a sudden little stories are floating up to the surface. Great. Where were these floating thoughts when I was in the midst of it and feeling pressure? I’m exhausted now but perhaps later I’ll start a PS segment on this blog. PS as in “post script,” NOT as in Palm Springs.