Holidays, holidays, holidays!

The holidays are slapping the taste out of my mouth this week. In the words of the famous meme, Ermahgerd.

In the day job, we had a holiday high fashion photo shoot for a local magazine and I will be putting the finishing touches on a holiday calendar for the Family section of The Clarion-Ledger, then another calendar with equally fabulous events for the mag.

Mistletoe Marketplace is going on over at the Mississippi Trade Mart, so if you haven't checked that out, do. It's crowded if you go on Saturday, but I understand Thursday and Friday afternoons aren't so bad. Here's a link: Mistletoe Marketplace

And for my own personal writing, I am adjusting to a new work schedule but still getting some words in. Thank God and Maxwell House that I am up and at 'em pre 5:30 a.m. I knew today was going to be a little hectic at work and got the middle Dear Son coming home for a visit this evening, so I let myself sleep in. I do think there are at least several weeks in which I will not be writing much, and I am going to deem that OK. Because the part of me that supervises my own work is a nice boss. Sometimes.

I just know that I will have Thanksgiving (In another move of brilliance and niceness, I gave myself a pass on dressing and gravy and ordered Susie's. Susie Johnson makes the best dressing this side of Heaven.). I will have Christmas shopping. I will have travel to see the oldest Dear Son. The Dear Daughter will have her first dance. The youngest Dear Son is going to Xtreme Winter Conference with the UMYF and will be skiiing in Gatlinburg. And work schedules will go from a little crazy to insanity because of the holidays.

It's OK, though. I got this. Let the holidays begin! And let the clatter of my keyboard and the perking of my coffee be heard!