I'm really not sure what day it is.
December feels like a blur. Usually I can't wait for Christmas to arrive and this one whirlwinded by leaving debris ankle-deep on my living-room floor.
I remember baking. I remember reading through Advent scriptures and reading the Christmas story to my children. I remember wrapping gifts and must have unwrapped some because where did all this new stuff come from?
But days? I'm not really remembering.
Part of this amnesia is probably due to 4 really crummy, broken nights of sleep at my parents' house and then driving home today.
Once this fog clears I'll tell you all about it.