Get Right Back To Where You Started From

Well, the decreasing of hours lasted exactly two weeks. Two. Weeks. Sucks.

So...yeah. Trying to fit it all in again. In fact, I'm actually trying to fit in the Christmas Tree. There's no room. Once more, the keyboard will be dismantled and trucked to the drain also known as the storage unit, and we'll squeeze the must-have tree onto a wall yet. And the must have isn't just because we've got a three year old who knows who Santa is. Oh no, that must have is for me. I hope I never, ever, ever (well, maybe once I'm at the same place in life as my Auntie M) go without my Christmas tree. And if I ever do (and I'm not in the same place in life as my Auntie M), then I kindly request that you take my pulse and see if I'm still in the land of the living. I think it's a real shame that I can't light up every inch of my house and yard with tacky, sparkly, Christmas lights and inflatables.

Yet.