I'm just grumpy. I've been working over 40 hours a week the last couple months. Not a lot over but just getting to work a little early and working through most lunch hours. I'm tired and now I have to get through Christmas. I am very glad that my kids and my brother and his family are coming, it's just Christmas that I'm not crazy about.

Well, it's been beautiful walking to work lately. The sky is just starting to lighten and it's a dark, clear turquoise with the mountains crisply silhouetted against it in a dark navy. It's cool enough that I'm cold when I get to work but I'm warm enough while walking. I love mornings like that.

Instead of a Christmas tree I have a Christmas desk, half a desk, with a wreath over it. It doesn't look bad and it's all I have room for. I am out of floor space since my bed is a murphy and I have to have room to let it down. I've gotten rid of my dining table, not that I ever dined, and I haven't had a couch in years, but things are still a bit tight. I like it though.